the Progression

The old guy walks different dogs
around the baseball field
at Buck Lake Park,
one dog at a time.
Me and Kaia run for miles on the trails
and return to the car exhausted.

The old man walks different dogs
around the baseball field
at Buck Lake Park,
one dog at a time.
Me and Kaia travel less miles
and stop along the trail to rest.

The old man walks different dogs
around the baseball field
at Buck Lake Park,
one dog at a time.
Me and Kaia walk 
around the baseball field.

The old man walks different dogs
around the baseball field
at Buck Lake Park,
one dog at a time,
Hi, I’m Fred and she’s Kaia. I see you out here a lot. 
I’m Bob. These are the neighbors dogs I take out.

Ken walks different dogs
around the baseball field.
Hey Ken, good to see you and Scoobie again.
Fred, we have talked half a dozen times already.
Each time you come up with a new name for me.
He laughs. I smile.

Joe? walks different dogs
around the baseball field
at Buck Lake Park.
I see him. He doesn’t see me.
Shit! What’s his name? Joe? Bob?Jim?
Shit! I direct Kaia back into the trees.

Bob walks different dogs
around the baseball field
at Buck Lake Park.
Kaia and I don’t walk much these days.
Hey Bob. Good to see you and Ruby. 
I got it right this time. We both laugh.

Bob may be walking the dogs or not.
We don’t go to the park any more.
Kaia died on June 3rd.

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