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Walking Three Dogs - May 15, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • May 15
  • 1 min read

two is a dance

three is a juggle

 

not in the arc of a ball

but in the microscopic space

between switching hands,

when in the briefest possibility

one leash could go airborne

 

and for one rascally dog,

to upset the catch with a well-

timed tug would be freedom

 

and just like a rubber ball,

would recoil and rebound away

with me running in pursuit,

 

slower and funnier

than I ever have

 
 
 

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