Parallel Tracks
Solitary walks
by railways tracks
keep me close
to my father who,
solitary, walks
in open fields
and schoolyards.
Rascal
October: our anniversary month.
To celebrate our bond of dog and human,
we’ve gone with the wind
on a walk together
towards a gold-cloaked mountain.
As a nameless soul
from Animal Control,
a newspaper ad dubbed you
‘A Perfect Gentleman.’
More appropriately,
I could have named you
Shadow, Sweep or Blackie,
but I saw a glint in your eyes
of a reckless spirit
and the tilt of your chin
reminded me
of defiance, Rhett-Butler-style.
So, I called you
Rascal.
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