Walking the Dog

The other day

I took a brisk stroll

down the neighborhood sidewalk

in my grey

old man’s jogging

suit and

my favorite

red sweat faded

baseball hat

looking down at all the

cracks

on the sidewalk

rows

and holes needing

filling

beneath my toes

looking up at

trees

and crows

and squirrels

looking down to me

cackling and squeaking

me walking

to and fro

I saw that

the sidewalk rose

because roots grew under

slabs of concrete

pushing them up

asunder

and if you weren’t cognizant

you’d trip

and break your ass

so I was paying close attention

to the peaks and the valleys

over and under

until there was

this guy I’d never seen

 who passed by in a hurry

not smiling

with his dog on a leash

like he was on patrol

I just had to mention

but

he

didn’t look up as he walked on

face frozen

gaze passing through me

and then I saw his dog

squat in my front yard

a few doors down

that

he and his dog had chosen

so I stood and watched

standing there in my

worn running shoes

to a tee

and then the owner walked on

then I turned around and kept walking

on my way

as did he

thinking that when I finished my route

‘shall I tout about

having some

work to do

with my pooper scooper

or just run over it when it dried

with my lawnmower

a couple days

from now

and shout

scattering it

like

hand tossed

bird seed?’

so I started

noticing piles

on every neighbor’s

nicely mown

green grass parkway

as I walked by

and

when I warmed up

to a run

I began jogging my thirty minute

eight block trek

which circled straight

back to my house

remembering

having seen others walk by

my window

of whom I never

catch their dogs

doing their ‘business’

but

this guy must be new

to the neighborhood

because

I don’t remember ever seeing him

before today

but

when I watch the usual faces

 with their dogs

on leashes

they

 know I’m looking

and

they never wave

or say

‘hello’

they always look to see who’s

around

standing outside

making sure their dog

doesn’t do any

what not’s

until no man

is

still looking

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About Steven Humphreys

I live in sunny California with my beautiful wife, three wonderful cats and very handsome dog! I write a lot these days about different subjects I hope you will find interesting and informative. Thanks for your interest. Read more 'about me' on this site. Thanks for visiting!
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