out of the store he comes

Carried in the arms of the man who is closing up.



Placed onto the sidewalk….. the end of the day requires two hands and a strong heart some nights.

the heavy metal gate is pulled down with a metal scream that seems to say business could be better…

Little red collar and tags,

Paws of a giant Akita or perhaps a German Shepherd ancestors paving future paths…

 and ears that are unsure of how they wish to hear the world…

He waits for his person.

I wait for my bus.

And the world turns around us.