Walking Sparta Poem by Justine Camacho Tajonera

We take our Dalmatian
out to walk,
the three of us,
letting her go
her way.
No patch of
grass is ignored,
no smell is too
intriguing.
Life is simple:
it is the road
ahead.
Turning left or
turning right
is the major decision
of the afternoon.
As the sun retreats,
throwing back
her gorgeous mane
of gold and scarlet,
I catch a glimpse
of paradise.

We say we are walking
our dog
but it is our dog
who leads us
on our merry way,
teaching us to love
every sight and smell
and touch,
teaching us that
life can be just one
perfect afternoon.


For Badger and Vier