Leg labors think
to let up in advance
of another work-a-
day walk when chill
wind receives a deeply
negative review. But,
as with national parks,
yelpers and croakers
are only to be trusted
as the source of wild
camaraderie: hit the
road with both soles,
ice and snow and calls.
It’s so cool how you dive into matters of the day in these poems and just let words fly! -tad