It’s a curious thing,
walking in the dark
with no flashlight or streetlamps
to illuminate the asphalt under
flat, rubber-soled sneakers,
worn through with holes after years
of loving abuse.
It’s as if the road keeps
going and going and going
and all you can see are the shadows of the trees
cast by vague fluctuations
of the blue-black night.
The road becomes a treadmill,
and you’re almost
walking fast enough to keep up,
always feeling like you’re about to
trip. The dog pulls at the leash,
four-footed and sure, and you turn the
flashlight on. In that little yellow circle,
everything is illuminated, and
the ground is solidified, and
you do not fall.
Author notes
I was walking Spencer.
I turned the flashlight off.
anna livia plurabelle
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Great
Great picture. Walking in the dark... something relaxing about it.
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i like walking in the dark its always fun
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I liked your poem, your words paint a lovely picture of an evening stroll with a best friend, a mature talented image filled poem, which I liked a lot. thank you.
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i loved this analysis of something that most people wouldn't think twice about. the description of the dog - "four-footed and sure" was great.
i loved the simplicity, i loved the imagery.
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I love it
You're very perceptive. this piece is a very interesting (if not abnormal) illustration. I love how you turn something so mundane as walking your dog into such a descriptive journey.
Great work.
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