the walk irons out
creases in joints ripened with
tarnish but still willing to trot along
side the hound who lingers and
sniffs her way keeping up with the
brisk clip meant to set a gleeful heart
pounding pushing steamy blood through whimsical
capillaries sending the corpus into a vibrating
frenzy drunk on oxygen but reeling towards
perfidy and doubt.
©kcasady2017
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