Restless a.m.
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Ayes running through my mind’s eyes like little cottontails scrambling into the brambles.
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Robins bobbling around for worms.
The only animals appearing sleepy are tethered. A dog walking a human.
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A clot of hair collects about a nail head that is pounded into the railing.
I suppose it is mine.
Strands tugged a’loose like feathers, after the daily ritual of:
arrive home, sit outside, and, let the waves down.
Like little feathers lost only to be reassembled into
a new configuration.
A merkin for the metal.
WrittenCasey 
‘dog walking a human’ ace
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Thank you, kindly. I went back to the area I used to inhabit and walked some miles in the nature preserve. By the salmon ladder. As I exit I pass a man with a dog. The man holds the leash in his hand and the dog held the leash in his mouth. Who is walking who: I think.
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Whom, exactly. I went to a pub to watch and listen to Big Liver (sic) and the barmaid was a man, but the best looking woman in town. We danced, briefly, and Big Liver and the locals thought it amusing, but I thought, who is walking who(m)? Then I went home and listened to Sally Can’t Dance. Good work, writtencasey. xx
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“Whom exactly,” you say. Howlarious. And, howl scintillating a pair you must have made. Xx, nickreeves.
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