A sour note blown from a reedless
saxophone startles me back to awareness. I don't know where I am or
how I got here. At the end of the block the street signs tell me I'm
only a few miles from home. Deep thoughts lulled me into a sleepwalk
of sorts. The dogs are having a ball. New places to smell. New trees
to mark. For a moment I consider calling for a ride, but figure the
explanation would take longer than the walk. The old dogs are tired
and take turns being carried. We get home just past midnight.
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