She was out walking her dog
age was a cousin
the weather was her sister
That why she was out
The leash on her dog was shame
The park was redeemption
An attempt at life
She took each step like walking on brimstone
The dog turned and looked up at her
Considering her mood
But her eyes were on the other side of the road
Lost in the desperation of imposssible dreams
The pavement was a long tongue
Tasting her and her dog
Telling them to walk slower
Drying in the sun an awkward eel
Then finally going mute
She drops the leash and trash and walks home
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