Morning Traffic

 

Vehicles rumble down the road

outside my window

destined for mysterious locales

or maybe banal borders

in hidden states.

Mind trips in contemplation.

leashed

 the pug pants as we walk the trail

short legs refuse to keep up
and energy fades
she chooses not to move so
must be carried

Meanwhile her beagle sister
tugs the leash to greet
all we pass and smell
each inch of ground,
energy unflagging.