Living In The Moment

On our walk Knox sniffs

every blade of grass 

with relaxed intensity.

Needless to say, our pace

is excruciatingly slow until

squirrel stops by

and rescues me from another

 eternal grass sniffing moment.




This entry was posted in poetry.

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