I don’t hate dogs
Rather, I hate what they represent
Or maybe it’s just my imagination
I sit in the park
One night with friends, keeping to ourselves
When a wild dog walker appears
I catch her
Watching us and wanting to be a part
Probably so starved for human speech
I perceive her in...
Before she does but know of no way
To deny her barging privilege
Aw a doggie
My friends pretend to notice
For the first time
I stare in silence
She apologizes, her dog just loves
To say hello, you know
I notice her gaze
Scanning our makeshift picnic
For conversation clues
I acknowledge
The canine with a stern eyes as if to say
Hello, yes, but stay over there
I realize he too,
Like his mother, is a stranger
To not getting his way
I get barked at,
Snarled at, slightly foamed at, as the ancestors
Possess my muscles and tense me up
I am assured
He’s not usually like this
As he’s reigned in
I watch her walk
Away defeated knowing no new friends
Were made this evening
I almost feel
Sorry for them, not their fault I struggle
To forget history
Word
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