I probably wouldn't do it either
if I didn't have a dog.
Instead I'd pump blood and pulse
to the tune of rock beat
as I circumnavigate the park.
But I do have a dog,
and an ailing one at that,
so I stoop under branch
and trip over log
and taste meadow sweet
and rain in the air
ponder death as bud turns
to flower to leaf to fall
pity the wren in the beak
of the sparrowhawk
and marvel the woodpigeon
whose notes seem to end
half way through a bar
And yet
If I had no dog
I too would be replete
with ear buds and smart watch
counting steps, not sheep,
as I circumnavigate the park.
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