on a morning walk
we saw "Love", followed by five dogs
and two middle aged women,
like me.
what's Love got to do with
walking a dog, two women engrossed
in conversation, these words were sprayed
at midnight on a lonely log
looking for Love
it found Love
as did the women walking their five dogs
and I did, walking my dog as the
sun filtered through the trees,
the stream rushed along its banks,
and I knew that Love belonged
here, and
there.
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