and still – the dog walks me (first draft)

legs quivering,
like a spluttering candle,
I wondered
if they would carry me
down footpath and bridleways
of Piper’s evening walk.

I managed,just; then felt
relieved to reach
the portal
of our shared abode.

Exhaustion breaks me, the result
not only of today’s exertion but,
rather a reminder
of last night’s sparse
and troubled sleep.

The sun may shine
on just and unjust alike –
but then it rains

it pours, a plenitude
of aches and pains,

a multitude
of torments to endure

malcolm evison
15 november 2016

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