No matter how fast or how slow
We walk the dog walks
At the end of his leash.
Straining for just
Six more inches of rope.
But I know from experience
That it doesn’t matter
If the lead is
A foot or twenty feet
The best smells
Will always be
Just six inches
Beyond the end of his nose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem