A lunch time walk

belligerent sharp edges dig into the soles of my feet
trail-runners my arse
not designed to withstand the gravel part of my lunchtime stretch
I go into a one legged fold over position my yoga teacher would be proud of
as I wrestle the annoying little bugger out of my shoe
digging with my pointer finger until I got it
snipping it away
only to be in the same situation again five minutes later
this is my favourite stretch though
gnarly ancient hawthorns line the path
distorted branches creating rune like shapes
it stinks of dog poo always at the same spot
I cuss the owner as usual and walk quicker
finally I can take a deep breath again