A Dog Runs By His Side
He should let himself hover
over his own flying weight.
He recalls the ease
of running effortlessly….the dopamine highs.
His toes are landmines,
his ankles are circa 1980’s,
they detonate snapping tendons,
hold the dream together.
Restless legs push him across
a damp mattress
to where a running dog
wades across a last river.
Halfway over
the dog looks back
suddenly alert to the flailing man –
he has fallen into an eddy of time.
The dog sits down to wait
30 years.
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