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
