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.