the walk

leash up my dog, such a stunning, beautiful creature out for midnight relief. the sound of his jingling collar gives way to a slow, deep whistle and chimes ringing from all directions. the courtyard is alive with gusts brushing through the bamboo and the buildings creak and the boardwalk creaks and it's haunting. the sky has been wiped clean of all it's clouds letting the brilliance of each star rest peacefully above the gales. shadows dance on walls and the walk and fences bend, street lights tremble. stand still on the river and you lean, resting on the wind collecting scents, collecting debris and wiping clean the sky of clouds. cold and fresh and clean, the insignificant in her quarter, the canine and master at her mercy, the brushing, the bending, the lean, the walk.

posted by Courtney at 2:11 a.m.

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