the dog

the woman in the pink sweat pants
opens her window
and yells out.
I can see her yellow hair,
her short
arms
as she leans
towards the yard below.
shut up
she says to the pit bull.
his striped back
furled,
his teeth bared as a stroller
goes by
being pushed
by a young mother.
shut up, the woman yells again.
shut the hell up.
quit barking.
he puts his paws
against the chain link
fence, where the gate
wobbles
and barks more fiercely.
she flicks
a lit cigarette at him.
yells again.
he keeps
barking.