That hour and a half with my pitbull,
Skimming streets and corners,
Meeting amused onlookers,
And working my bones,
Afforded me the luxury
Of my thoughts.
Though I smell of my companion,
I'm in no rush to wash.
My blood ran hot,
My lungs expanded on tree air,
Admiring muscles on my pit,
But more than all that
I had the luxury of my thoughts.
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