even
as i type the words
dog
park
i
feel the quiet eyes
focusing
intensely
on
the page
the
head tilts a bit
the
gnarly hair stands
at
attention
the
nostrils twitch toward
the
canopy beyond the ridge
there's
heat rolling in
like
a steamy tide
leaving
our eyes to follow the trail
for
the shadows
---
e b bortz
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