Day 43- 10.29.20
It's molten, this energy
I go down to the park
just as dusk reveals
a full, yellow moon hanging high in the sky
like a journeyman's handheld lamp.
I hear them before I see them.
The dogs tumbling and darting,
dogs rolling and pawing,
and even dogs leaping like spidermonkeys,
hell-bent on being as wild as possible
within the confines of this gated dog park.
It's the last romp of the day for them
and they revel in it,
in this rubber-band ball
of euphoric mischief.