11.16.2016

the dog and I

take different walks

together

one staring downward

in thought, other times

head up noticing

a leaf blowing, birch

tree across the pond,

light in the bottom

half of a third window

to the left, a squirrel.

the other nose down

panting, snuffling

pausing to pull back

and nuzzle deeply

into the delicious

levels of a pile

able to discern

great moment from

each disparate nuance

of scent

and then lift a leg and

pee in solemn

response.

One of us is doing this

better

than the other.

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