Moving fast, looking down from the dual carriageway in a the late grey afternoon; a tall woman - leather jacket, jeans - walks a big dog on an a pale track between wide, empty fields.
OUT WITH MOL - thirty words a day on walking the dog.
COMPASSES- Following 'Handbook for Explorers', now 'Questions', Joe and I are working together on a new venture, Questions. This is a series of poems submitted by each of us alternately, and prompted in the case of each poem by the previous poem and a new question. A process of adventure and discovery, we hope you will join us!
5 comments:
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Sounds as if I should treat her, and the dog, with respect.
Her nose filled with scent,
the dog peers beyond the park
to yearn for passing
cars on the highway.
Couldn't resist it, my friend.
Cheers.
Christopher, lovely! Feel free...
xx
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