& so they maunder
the dog & the congenial old man
alone but for each other
while they can the outline
of the woods where
a span of violets like butterflies
entices them to linger to savor
that elusive scent
& along a crumbling road much used
but quiet now they walk
until a pleasant lassitude descends
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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