cleothedog

i take a walk with Cleo

to the old neighborhood
         that old world of
down the street

i recognize all the old houses
and the old smells
         the house with the big nickel on the chimney
         the one that smells like laundry
         ours which used to be yellow

cars are buzzing down the Saw Mill Parkway to the left
and Cleo keeps tugging me wanting to go that way
but i keep us close to the inside circle
the one that winds its way back home