A Dog’s Nose. A poem.

A dog’s nose smells every blade of grass
Painting a picture in scent of everything that’s passed
Counting the stops on every sandstone brick
Smelling the reminders on the tires of, oh so expensive cars
Rolling in the grass of innumerable companions past
No time for harbour views or human history
A dog’s nose is its true best friend until the very last

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

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