Dogging — A Poem

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“Dogging” — C.Birde, 6/19


She dogs


my heels.

Small paws click

across the floor

in hopes of telltale sign

(she reads between

the lines)

of her aim.

We could walk forever


and not satisfy

her need

to explore those clumps

of grass and slants of

broken curb we’ve visited


I understand —

habituated to routine and

self-made grooves,

I am grateful of her insistent,




At leash’s end,

she leads me




and everywhere.


— C.Birde, 6/19


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