Dog Walk (For Jazz)

I saw them again today, the crippled woman
and her crippled old dog on a leash.

He could hardly move.

They walked slowly, being old together,
no goal except taking pleasure
in springtime weather;

as, perhaps, one day we’ll be seen
on a blue sky day,
sun on backs
and spring breeze slightly chill,

not the path we usually walk,
but a different path
that at every turn separates
and does not lead back.