Dog Collar Walker


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Deliberations of Sunday life in a Northern town.

Windows down…

zero below…

daily snow.

Nor’easter pressed against the frigid meditative steps.

Cynicism has not got the best of me yet!

For I am the foolhardy dog walker.

Bundled up in commonality.

Respect, honor, frivolity.

Creaky, paper stretched, thin skin.

And, of course…

coarse padded paws.

Unadulterated landscapes,

takes the breath away.

Yet, I feel…not at odds.

Taut bone,

stone cold.

Life should always be this bold.

Fine tuned by the elements.

I am just a…

dog collar walker on any given, everyday Sunday.

With Mother Nature’s blessing,

I will be back out again…

come Monday!

 

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