BY MIA SARA
DISPATCHES FROM THE CORNER OF HOLLYWOOD AND MOTHERHOOD
To Walk A Blind Dog
Curb your concrete expectations,
the loveless fear of appearing
helpless, or holy.
Underfoot, every obstacle,
like cracks in the road
where the roots
expose the hidden nature
of your able bodied pride. Resist
the urge to stop her trip.
Try not to think about time
passing you by, or the routine
disappointment in those you love.
Stop anticipating the Fall.
Remember, Hollywood
is always too hot In October,
carve your pumpkin too soon
and it will rot on your doorstep
before trick or treat.
The weather, too, will change
without your guidance. Yield.
Drop the leash. Allow
her wet brown nose to map
the distance between this walk
and where you’d rather be.