• thomasnrobb


North on the boulevard,

blue car hits

the brakes and I think it's

a deer.

But no,

a family dog, a cocker spaniel,

bounding across the road,

ears in wind, smiling, freely

running into 4 lanes of traffic.

I think he's hit.

Just missed.


I crane my neck

in the rearview and see his

happy self neck the side street.

I drive.

I don't feel right.


I search.

30 minutes.

I stop and call out.

Engine running, doors open.

I realize how pointless.

He's gone.

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