The Dog Walker

The Dog Walker

An old man and his dog
Age in tandem
Not worth a second glance, hurry past
Just a dog, nothing to write home about
A leg on four corners, a shaggy coat
Just a dog

Look a little closer
Commitment tied by a braid of leather
Not love, he would frown at the word
The dog measures his step
To his masters faltering gait
Gentle on the leash

A kind morning
June, heavy with honeysuckle
Summer or the salt winds of winter
It matters little
The twice daily duty must be performed
I smile as they turn the corner

Author's Notes:
A nondescript little poem but written as an example that a poet must be an observer of the little things in life, even the mundane.