(The asterisks are inserted in place of the name to avoid doxxing myself)
Mismatched pavement along a mile-long stretch. Concrete here. Asphalt there. A rotting wooden bridge—with holes big enough to catch unsuspecting dog feet—holding the path together. On the North side, a beach volleyball court amid the suburban bustle. Its sand rolls over the dandelion-covered grass, through the rusted chain link box that sections off the street hockey court. Broken glass and cigarette butts hide along the edges, ready to strike. Across the duck-filled, waterless creek, Queen Anne's lace grows along the fencing and creeps through the cracks in the South side basketball court—also hiding glass and cigarettes put there by the high schoolers. Immature trees create thin lines of shade for the panting canines and me. The empty playground filled with woodchips and birds, and a trash can full of three-day-old dog bags from the other walkers. A mile of memories with three dogs. Creating a mile more with two.
~JessTheWolf 🐺
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Mixed Feelings: A Collection of Poems
PoetryI'm not real good at poetry, so go easy on me. All poems posted in here are mine, so please don't steal them. You can borrow them if you'd like, just make sure you give me credit. I hope you enjoy these probably awful poems ^~^; The cover is also mi...
