A Garden of Dashes
Walking my dog in an Eden of October morning – sun golden, friendly – Greystoke sniffing his way through the perfumes of night creatures and the earlier-walked dogs – Sunday morning – streets empty – even the cars on holiday, not hurrying to work or carrying kids to school – an old man’s peace – the dog barks at a dog across the street, recognition, not challenge – a squirrel scoots along the telephone wire – my car’s dusted with the light green fall sperm of the front-yard deodoras – this morning the furnace came on for the first time since March – my house still taking care of me after forty eight years.
It is good to remember that Eden is here and now though there are snakes twined around thoughts tempting us with despair.
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