Running
scared, scarred beyond
recognition, the old dog
weaves miraculously through
the traffic to the other
side of the road.
Only then do I realize
I have been holding my breath
and come to a complete stop,
engine running.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Running
scared, scarred beyond
recognition, the old dog
weaves miraculously through
the traffic to the other
side of the road.
Only then do I realize
I have been holding my breath
and come to a complete stop,
engine running.