Dodging Summer Days
I walk easy alongside the road, clean
as a painted shoreline, leash
wrapped twice around my wrist, my bare feet
dusted black by the asphalt and wiped clean
by the dewy rug of grass. Tonight
life is easy. Somebody else cut the lawn
in the afternoon. Clippings, still breathing, stick
to the skin between my toes. It is cool,
like sitting beneath a fan after a shower.
The saw-legged bugs chirp like clucking mugs
in a café. There are no birds around
to distract the dogs at night and it is too dark to see the bats.