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Three Line Lunch: Off Leash Park

a fitful diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers

Off Leash Park (Happy Birthday to Me)

Crouch, in tall grass, over furry neck, hand hooked in harness, whisper close in ear.
Fur tickles lips, you whisper wind, whisper bird notes, whisper songs of home.
Snap loose leash, mind bounds through wildflowered meadow toward the treeline of forest.