I’m going to be posting a series, I’m calling Why My Love, of pieces I love though I’m not sure why (read veiled self-critique [although if you can’t be Seattle in your personal critique might as well move back to NY.]) Feel free to post some love or thoughts. Here’s one to start us off.
A Dogged man
On A Hill
Over looking a bay
There is a moving sidewalk
Built to transport tired people from bottom to top
On the sidewalk there is a man
With the man there is a dog
A poof of a dog
A little, manicured lion’s mane dog
The man is a warm, peach striped button-up
Tucked into well-fitting, skinny, grey jeans
The man walks the dog
Down the sidewalk
As the sidewalk roles them back up
The man looks
Not where he is going
He looks out over the water
To the distant white peaked mountains
And dreams of home