i hopped through
the field
in flats
as you ran circles around me.
the sky was
conjuring up
a storm, so
we kept going further
into green. to the rocks acting
as lips
to the river;
and you were so bashful, taking in
scents as if you'd
never been there before- by beached wood
and the
charcoal from fire pits. every
dent
a tiny crater, every wave
a second. and we stood there,
aging
yours was more noted than mine.
Author notes
it's about a walk i went on with my puppy. thor=puppy's name.
Please tell me what you think
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if Thor is a chihuahua I'm gonna smash u.
but this poem was pretty damn cute either way! -
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thor's a 4 month old hyper-active collie/australian shepherd who enjoys chewing everyone's shoes, except mine.
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