Stories above

Walking a couple dogs on a brisk December night is one of life’s simple pleasures!

Stories above

I squire the pups down past our
tower of holiday lights, down to where
the neighborhood lights shine in
clustered rainbow constellations,
ancients’ stories assembled in straight
angles and wrapped trees.
The cold monochrome sky above,
Lordy, it’s smeared with stars
telling stories we can only imagine
as we have it all here and now —
evergreen tang and oak smoke,
safe passage through black of night,
life force leashed and panting.

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