I walk through the dark, The sound of my feet echoing Through the empty streets. The dog stops and sniffs, A victim of instinct, circumstantial scents and sense. In the distance, The thump of a kick drum— Faster than my … Continue reading Footsteps Away. A poem.
I’ve been walking my friend’s dog, after house sitting there for a week. It’s to everyone’s benefit, as I can’t own a dog where I live and they don’t always have the time to walk her.
Here’s a poem about walking the dog. 🙂 Continue reading Dog Walk. A poem.
I didn’t walk after my workout today. But I thought I’d write a poem about it, anyway. Continue reading Walk. A poem.
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