A Walk In the Park
Today there were columns of steam coming up
from under all the little hills bumping along the nearby
park that fueled the morning of emptied night.
There, Georgie and I on an early walk: In a foggy
valley, Georgie stopped me so I could acknowledge
his intimate business made public via steam.
A quick kick of moist grass around a ripe mound later,
then off we went. And wouldn’t you know? It was
a dry afternoon come stumbling after to play in it.
Who’s a good boy, Georgie? Is it you? Is it you? Yes!
You’re my good boy, Georgie! Good boy! Good boy!
(so read the caption on my Facebook & Twitter posts)
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