Breathless

I ran
Up the hill
In a ‘Vote for Pedro’ t-shirt.

Where the grass
Is too long
I walked.

Glassless
And mistook the vetch
for a calf, the cow parsley:

a figure
in the woods
hiding behind the gate.

I walked
Straight up to it.
It was the only way.

I would
Have wondered
Forever if I hadn’t.

The dog,
It came after my ankles.
The owner said, 'are you alright?'

There are two ways of asking:
Alright? Or Are you all right?
This was the latter.

My answer didn’t help:
'I just wanted to run,
without the cows getting me.'

Too literal for a dog walker.
I couldn’t see his face,
but I’m sure it was a rubrik’s cube.