Whisper strands,

flyaway tickle.

Wind and skin,

flesh and air.

Breathe with my bounds,

gush with the gusts.

Whiskers

of the scalp.

 

Blowing breeze,

tease my laces.

Walking today

finally

taller than

my mother.

 

Has she

shrunken

or have I

grown?

 

Sweet, sweet paws

trotting close, at ease.

 

Sweet, sweet shoes

forming footprints brittle.

 

Sweet, sweet strides

chasing dreams released.

 

Sweet, sweet paws

tapping grounds fickle.

 

Leashes

forsaken,

can six feet

run free?

 

Righteous rain,

lead us home.

Writing today

finally

steady as

my father.

 

Clatter quills,

symmetric patter.

Key and bone,

nail and toggle.

Prance with my thoughts,

pound with the prose.

Labor

of the limbs.