The Woman with the Dog
She glides. That's how she walks. She glidesAlong the sidewalk, tall and stately, led by
Her enormous dog. When I see her, I stop
And stare. I'm safe. She never turns her
Head. One day, perhaps, I'll come outside,
And say hello, and try to learn what sort
Of person moves so regally across the street
From me.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2017-05-06 at 20:26
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