A whippet ran past me along the boardwalk.
I never saw one outside of those shows where
they prance about so unnaturally.
I chased it down, as far as I could,
but the slope was steep and
the walk had stopped, at the point
where once the water stood
Fresh and blue,
I choose to remember things
as they were
Yet for that dog,
it moved so fast,
my only memory
continues as a blur