Man walks dog.
Man the dog.
Brown walks the man.
Brown is a dog.
A boxer.
A boxer named Brown.
And he walks
a frail man
up and down
the neighborhood street.
The walks are short,
the relationship simple.
They like it that way.
I see them
every day,
half-awake,
on my way to work.
I almost hit them once
every couple of months.
But we still wave to each other.
We like it that way.
— Adam Matcho
Adam Matcho is an obituary writer who lives in Washington Township and is also a regular columnist for The New Yinzer. His chapbook, Six Dollars an Hour: Confessions of a Gemini Writer, was published by Liquid Paper Press. His poetry has appeared in Nerve Cowboy, 5 AM, Chiron Review and Work Literary Magazine, as well as other publications.
