Night Walk
The broad avenue was awash with soft lights,
As we strolled with Hazard our rescue dog
you talked long and hard about bringing home.
My reluctance, I remember, was abated by the smiles
you evoked as he hopped and spun around the
small kennel at the pound tickling your soft heart.
I find a measure of pleasure in your hand wrapped
tightly around my arm, as we pace ever so slowly taking in
the last of summer's warmth rising from the smooth pavers.
The still night does nothing to slow the rush of love
that is tugging itself outward from the depths of my soul,
knowing that tomorrow you undergo the cancer treatment,
while the weeks ahead will require your need to fully rest.
Oh, how I so wanted to capture this moment and bottle it
so that I could provide you with little sips of this font of
loving times we shared walking Hazard.
JLR 3/30/2022
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