October 17, 2013 (I was 68)
I walk the invisible dog in the park
It follows without a leash
Sometimes other people’s
dogs
half know the invisible dog
is there
There is no canine
confrontation
My attention is invisibly
occupied
Other dogs chase squirrels
that can see
The invisible dog chases
nothing
I do not know where it
sleeps I do not feed it
It does not arrive in the
car with me
Many dog walkers bag the
defecations
Many of us do not I go unnoticed
I don’t know what kind of
shit the invisible dog leaves behind
It is not my intention to
walk the dog
I am here for the exercise
the light the serenity
which I achieve only in
moments the dog minds itself
Most of the time it trots
alongside
close enough for me to
count its breaths
It is not in the car when I
drive to the rest of my day
The distant wail diminishes
but does not cease
I’d like the invisible dog
to successfully run away
Whatever path I walk I
remain a familiar scent
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