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Dogs 2021

Squirrely
(3/27/2021)


Brother Bollocks
sees
the coming
break
in traffic

and like
a tree rat

launches
from the curb
across
the busy
boulevard

once again
just reaching
the other side
safely

at 61
he knows
that his ability
to dash
is very much
on the decline

that steps
have been lost
never to be
recovered

that knees
could buckle

that the hip
could give
way

and he’d
be left
writhing in pain
as speeding vehicles
had no time
to slow

but after
a lifetime
afoot

that may
be
a fitting end

except
he might
rue the mess
that he would
leave
for others

today
Brother Bollocks
catches
his breath

exhilarated
by the rush
of escape

then continues
his walk
peacefully
in the sunshine