I saw you standing in front
of the building at the corner
of 2nd and Jackson. You were
walking your pink dog
b a c k
& f o r t h
and scolding him.
Wagging your finger, you said:
“You really need to listen
to me and BEHAVE!”
Delivering your lines
with all the steadfastness
of a character
in an Ibsen play
I stood,
watching your
scene play out.
(Wishing I could take part.)
You perceived
an audience
and glanced over
your shoulder:
pursing your lips,
smiling at me,
nodding
&
then,
getting back
to the task at hand.
