running with scissors

I used to pull right
up

to the curb to let her out.
especially if it was raining.

if I didn't she'd dash across
the street

into traffic like a five year
old,

or a dog with no street
sense.

I got tired of yelling,
look out

to the cars streaming by
with their windows
fogged,

hand pressing at the horn.

what are you gonna do
with crazy people?