Yesterday's walk on country roads prompted me to revisit a poem I've been brewing. I don't think it is finished, yet, but here is "part 1."
puppy walks
1. city walk
keyed-up morning puppy percolates testosterone
Who's there? What's that?
block-head dodges the downshift scream
of a semi
passing
close
in the city
crows CAW raucous
just to be heard above the drone
of radials
on concrete
in the city
rabbits snack on tended tulips
and grow COLOSSAL under
weathered redwood
in the city
backyard hounds HOWL jealous
detained
by chain-link fences, fur-raised
in complaint
3 miles later
the key turns abandonment
into calm coffee--
a 3rd bunny bursts out ahead
draws notice,
nothing
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