The rumor is
that I know her -
that makes me, by
association,
as cool as
the school mothers think she is.

There's something egalitarian about being dog people. We walk our dogs, so we are the same. Even if we're not. And that led to something funny, when my wife was having a dinner with other mothers from our kids' school. Somehow they came to the conclusion that I knew a lady they knew, who they thought was really a very cool person. And that made me by association a cool person.

It felt strange to me. And funny. Indeed, the lady in question is fun, and cool, and it's always lovely to have a short chat with her. But I have no clue about who she is or what she does when she's not walking the dog. Just like I have little clue about all the other dog people in the park. They might be masons, they might be millionaires. They might have done great things, they might have dubious political views. In the park, that all doesn't matter. In the park, we have something that connects us. We are (cool) dog people. And that's a good start.

The poem above is a highku, a form inspired by haiku and the higher movement on Farcaster.

This is the fifth poem in the Parklife series.

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