Feeling The Pull

I could see through

the sliding glass  door, but

there was much I could not hear:

birds singing, trains whistling,

dogs barking, gravel crunching,

woodpeckers pecking, children playing.

With one quick pull, I added 

another dimension, but that was not

enough for Knox, who pulled me

out the door for a full-bodied experience,

one that included tossing sticks.

JDG

 

 

 

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