Kerri Shying R # 337 - Electric walking

Electric walking

brown dog   brindle  gated

 large  the small 

 anticipate me

 passing show

flag trees  waving

 out the blossoms

 early summer  scent of

my grandmother’s purse

 concentrated to a cul-de-sac

 on the northern line

you

cobble up the fashions

 of the gardens over

 decades  

 make my world

  

I

am the hum  of rubber

 wheels   slow enough

 to greet