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Two Minds One Leash

2014 April 4
by J. Scott Mosel


DSC_0423It all started
on the first day of Spring–

a beagle named Bilbo, a leash,

and a trail called Windy Run.

We ran past maples,
shagbark hickories, the mighty oaks.

We stopped to salute the fallen.

We pooped together

in last autumn’s leaves,
careful to scan the horizon

for signs of threats,

then hurriedly covered our stool
to guard our trail.

We leaped over rivers,
crossed the bouncy bridge,

and as the light began to fade,

we pushed for home in an old Corolla,
low to the ground,

tails pointed, two minds connected
by one leash,

one on the trail of the fox and the rabbit,
one on the trail

of Beef Bourguignon and Cote du Rhone.

We watched the Walking Dead,
and then curled up tight in our beds,

little pools of warmth that rippled

with dreams, existential notes
rolling through our bodies,

the Potomac reciting lines
from a pre-recorded poem

written before time was born:
words only the trout understand,

and they are far away by now.

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