dog tags tinkle
in dissonance against the snap of puddles under foot,
leftovers from last night's rainsong
the pup alerts--
a somersaulting oak leaf tumbles over frosty grass,
lifted by a gust, it is gone
ricocheted rays
off curb-ice-crust arrests my wayward glance, I pause,
blinded; dogs sniff, then we walk on
before long
the winter wind which croons with tree limbs
will not vie for our attention above the grousing of blue-traffic-clatter
and we will live
in the woods
before long
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| Leaves caught in a splintered, frozen puddle. |
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