Blame the Steps - Aug. 29, 2026

 I’ve been told I need to swing my legs

more, thousands of times more,

to match the amount achieved

before a busy life became lazy

frankly, I get bored passing the same

bushes and palm trees, same

rocks and sand, sometimes even

the same faces and I’m sorry

the dogs always seem infatuated,

exhilarated with these walks

for them the world’s made one rotation,

people and dogs have passed, liquid

molecules squirted on branches, boulders,

things dropped or buried in sand

subtle changes are fresh news

with their bright eyes and busy noses

today has replaced yesterday

this old path is a brand-new earth

I’d love to do what they do,

look at the world, interested

in the shifts it’s made,

each time I tread this path

and wag my tail

with a little more enthusiasm

next time we meet