The Mural
On Lonely LA's canvas, a scene quietly cast,
A masked man reflecting on freedoms of a recent past.
His spaniel trots beside, through the city's heart,
Under the gaze of a mural, a partial work of art.
Past the artwork's gaze, half-hidden, half-revealed,
In a world where so much has been sealed.
Man and dog, their journey quiet, yet profound,
Amidst her neck and lips painted bold upon the wall,
The streets whisper tales beneath their feet,
Of a city paused, its heartbeat discreet.
Yet life stirs in the companionship they share,
A bond unmasked, in the open air.
Witness to the change that has befallen all.
Together they walk, man and dog, stride by stride,
In a world reshaped, where caution can't hide.
the echoes of a life now bound.
