I meet him on the road
Sometimes
My neighbor
He comes with his aged wife
And his puppies
Black and white
Wiggly creatures who drop to the ground
Each time a car passes
Obedient to their master’s will
His heart is bad
And so he walks
A man more suited to the horses he has ridden for so many
years
Than to the ground
Legs bowed
Boot thumping
Carhartt clad
He is the quintessential cowboy
I complement him on his family
And he smiles and laughs
“there are more at home”
and continues on his way
black and white shapes weaving at his feet
their eyes always on him
always
with singleness of purpose
anxious to please
and I too continue
thinking
there must be a parable in here
somewhere
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