Just around the bend he told himself an effort
of will striving toward the pump-house
each shuffling step taking him ever-so-slowly down
the dirt road toward a clearing often favored
by dog-walkers among his neighbors still moving
each step a fence post leaning precariously
toward the road bargaining with the universe
a game he played to keep himself going these days
If I can make it around the bend then she
will be waiting for me at home but he knew
the universe plays by its own rules and so
was not too terribly disappointed when he heard
only his keys hitting the bottom of the catch-all
bowl near the door as he entered his house
like an echo of all the years if only he had a dog
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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