Wednesday, June 27, 2018

W-A-L-K


These dogs,
in their unbridled joy and enthusiasm,
stomp on the tops of my pale bare feet
with their sharp eagle talons.
I can yell and curse,
but they barely notice.
Because I have put jeans and a bra on,
pulled the nearest t-shirt over my head,
stepped into my black flats
and reached for the nylon leashes
hanging off a silver hook on the light yellow wall
by the front door.


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