navigating
the street
and gleefully in charge
of my hands
and my feet
with my master
behind me
on his hind legs.
It's a scenario,
surely,
in which any surrealist begs
to paint
the very moment
which comes to mind
when two humans
share the pleasure
of sniffing one's behind.
Keep in mind
these are strangers
I have never met
but the thrill is indescribable
and on that
you can bet.
Now the dog who proudly walks me
is aware
of the pooper scooper too.
After the steam
has melted the snow
he knows exactly what to do.
The curiosity of one's nose
is never considered
discreet
when walking with your dog
down
any given street.
I've never sniffed
so many things
like this in my life before.
In a past existence
it's true
I would take a pass and abhor
the very thought
of lowering myself
closer to the ground
and appreciate
the nature of the beast
where canines are abound.
Now you know
every good story
must come to an end
upon waking up
from a dream
involving my best friend
but it's going to be
a reality
and not just fantasy talk
when my dog calls my name
that it's time
for another walk.
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