Linda Yates

(Cashiers, North Carolina)

Max's Morning Walk

Bouncing and pouncing -- jump to and fro --
Straining at leash and so eager to go!
Racing at first down the shady, damp street.
Straining to keep up with fast-flying feet,

the feathery brush of a delicate breeze
On my face, and the greenness of ancient oak trees,
Stopping here, stopping there, where others have been,
Walking now quick, darting out, darting in,

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