It’s the end of the day, and I need a break.
For the keys (he’s barking now).
Slows my breath, even if the dog yanks with childlike positivity.
There’s the gate - the magic wardrobe between suburbs and surreality.
Now I’m free as the wave’s little pelican flock.
The dog runs back and forth, barking, “Hurry!
And the occasional couple strolls by.
I found free among the hermit crabs.
I really enjoyed this, Hannah. :) especially the last four lines. Very beautiful.
The excitement of the dog is perfectly described! It was refreshing to read (fitting with the title) and I like it a lot.