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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
