Walt McDonald


Jogging With Oscar

When I take my dachshund jogging, boys and widows gawk
and stop tossing balls or lopping limbs off shrubs.They call
and point at long, pot-bellied Oscar trotting like a rocker horse,
tongue wagging, dragging on grass when he hops over skateboards,

long muzzle wide as if laughing, eager, sniffing the breeze.
All Oscar needs is a tree like a mailbox, postcards from dogs
he barks at at night, and odd whiffs he can't place.When he stops
and squats, up runs a neighbor's collie tall as

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