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,

getting back
to the task at hand.