the lost
dog is in the street.
he looks left
then right.
the cars honk their horns.
they swerve to avoid
hitting him.
he's tired.
thirsty. his tongue hangs
out.
his eyes are bloodshot
from the travel.
weary from trying to
get back home.
so many dogs.
lost,
and confused, trying
to remember
where love is.
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