the silence I feel, the loud bark inside as I run it with a hand (mine.)
The route without leaves just now
the dog barks and is brown too,
the trees the audio tape of my walk.
Mystery because seeing the trees is all that’s needed to see the…
you like to arrive after this
somewhere other than a car park?
Gaps of white sometimes are clouds in some paintings, people breathe,
look at the ground pass by
but breathe fresh air and
would you like to meet someone else’s fresh air,
and say “hi” to their dogs?
Brown dog somehow you are big but small,
bark stacked and growing tight, staying tight,
the sky just white.