Sleet Street

Sleet street,

you scrape the ice off your boots

and peel the skin back from your feet

--you settle into the homefires heat

then breath deep of cinnamon scents 

In swirling tides of candied relief

 

Your dog pants happy

and gnaws on something flesh deprived 

on white bleach bone sharp goodies

that snaps under jaws drooled over

and he stares at you the way you wish people would

 

You sit on the porch

morning dew fresh on the lawn 

coffee fresh in your cup

and each sip is met with sweet steam 

that swirls in the air before kissing your face 

that promises that today might be better than tomorrow 

 

You lace boots with certainty and serious looks 

drawing back so the security 

grips your steps while you leave the comfort of hearth 

 

The first steps on dirt are the hardest 

but the routine is clockwork 

in a way that makes experience return when needed 

 

You dream of more 

but this is what is needed

and the neccessity takes priority

while the dog waits by the bowl 

on his back 

panting happy

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