Punched Out

A man got home after work,
His day symptomatic of weariness.
He found his running shoes
In the middle of the living room,
No where near where he left them.
His dog sheepishly grinning
At the mystical way in which the shoes
Got off the chair.
They walked,
Coming back for snacks.
Dog treats for the pit,
Fritos and ranch dressing for the tired worker with
Libations courtesy of Lord Baltimore.
The dog begged,
Pandora showered the room with Jackson Browne,
And the haze began to lift
As the snacks hit
With the land’s pleasant living liquid washing
Over the frayed nerves.

Both were thankful.

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