the sun licks
ever so gently
at the back of my neck.
Dogs leashed,
grass green,
wind calm.
We stroll,
because we
can and because
this glorious pocket
of just being
alive,
exists.
We have nowhere
to go, other than,
eventually, home for
more coffee and
water licks.
We have no one to
please
other than
ourselves. Sniffs
galore, and
plenty to explore.
We mosey.
We loiter.
Caught up
in this
moment
of summer
forever.
~Lu
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