Late Summer

Out for a walk tonight,
the dog is throwing all her weight
against the leash, lunging toward
the fat tomcat

licking his black ankles
with a delicious, solemn attention
at the top of the neighbor’s steps.

Because this is what the dog
was made to do.
Because for some lucky animals

the space between the body
and what it wants
is all there is.

– Carrie Fountain

CultFit Summer

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2 Comments on “Late Summer”

  1. Maia says:

    I can lick my ankles… not that I do lol but I can 😉
    Blessed are the flexible for they will not be bent out of shape =)


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