dogtrax

slow is wandering, the wandering, the wading through an old oak forest, the waking up and waking up inside the wondering of where this overgrown trail leads, if it might lead forward forever and ever and ever on your mind is time, and how slow is

Audio: https://sodaphonic.com/audio/tPviI7DreCpfyBnDIAmz for #writeout, inspired by The Valley by Jean Valentine https://poetrysociety.org/poems/the-valley

Sink your tongue and teeth into the skin of the peach, ripened perfection

Trod your way, softly - the pasture's quiet at night though some creatures wake

Beneath shade of oak, we cool off; she spoke of where shadows meet the soil

Bagel Days begin smeared from a tub of cream cheese; a messy morning

for Algot

We're barely threaded in light clothes – lord knows the sun covers us in heat

Grey days — such a drag — the sun gets dressed in overcast; an elusive game

Nibble on the skin, the small stone within the plum begins its dreaming

Heads resting on grass, we gaze skyward into clouds, falling with the rain

These cool morning rains, harbinger of humid days and then, restless nights