frosty morning
in the pre-dawn garden
barking widget
© Rachel Green January 2023
a hundred miles
becomes a state of mind.
A long, long way to walk
or even to cycle;
a couple of hours in a car.
I've known people to commute farther
and I'd regularly travel that far
se to a griend for the evening.
As I approach my sixtieth birthday
I've no desire to drive that far
and friendships begin to wane.
If I was ever single again
my pool of potential dates
would be limited to walking distance
and to people who liked dogs.
© Rachel Green January 2023
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