Stroll

Sunday stroll around the lake

Time to air

Tumbled thumped

Feelings

Dripping wet

With worry sweat

 

Up ahead dog walkers

Tangle the trail

A woman

Struggles with her leashed hurricane

Who obviously wants a full on canine

butt sniffing hello

Not a polite passing

Looks a lot like Congo, I thought

As I approach I realize

That it is

Congo

My ex-dog

My ex-wife

And the new boyfriend

Nice day for a walk we agree

Slip the dog a treat

Walk on

Briskly

 

Unsettled

Emotional spin cycle

Cleanses

Extraneous worries

Trusting gravity’s

Pull

Watching

New moon rise

On the horizon

 

Invigorating things, walks

 

 

David Trudel  ©  2012

 

 

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Stroll

  1. Seb

    This is remarkable. You can really feel every line in it.

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