walking
with the ladies
in
the rain
down
97th
past Amsterdam
they
linger over a set
of
prints
he knows to be theirs
smiles
thinking stupid dogs
don’t
even know you left a part of
yourselves
behind
then
he looks
at them
they
at him
smiling
their dog
smiles
they’ll
go on walking
doing
their business
loping
together
thinking
hundred
years from now others will see our
prints fill their snouts
with our scents
they’ll know
Kirby and
Eureka – ‘Reka to her
friends – were here later
in the home watching them sleep he says a
prayer to the lord for the souls
of two stupid dogs
Charles J. Butler hosts the Park Slope Poetry Project, and is the sometime guest host at The Perch Café and recently had his first book published 39 Poems by No Shirt Press.
©Charles J. Butler 2010