Fifty five degrees
here in Wichita.Rowdy Joe,
my dog,
and I
walked about a mile;
a half mile south,
and back.The cool air feels great
to both of us.
It makes things smell stronger
to littledog,
as I often call him.
He finds things to smell,
and he wants to linger,
and smell them some more,
more than I am willing to wait.
I am hungry,
when we walk.Roommate Bob
fixed burritos.
My compliments to the chef.
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