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Dogs 2016

NOT MEANT TO WANDER THIS WORLD
(10/12/16)

during my
usual
post-work
walk
an unfamiliar
red pickup
passes me

going
the other way

I glance
through the windshield
to see a woman
at the wheel

a small dog
beside her

once past
I hear it slow
behind me

I don't
think
too much of
it

there's
a house
for sale
on the other side
of the street

I assume
some interest
from the driver

then
she honks

I turn
to see
the vehicle
in the middle
of the road
at an odd
angle

a heavily
tinted
rear window
prevents me
from seeing
inside

maybe
she needs
directions?

I retrace
my steps
back

look into
the open
passenger side
window

"sorry
that I didn't
back up

I'm not used
to driving
my dad's pick-up"

not her
husband's
truck

not her
boyfriend's
truck

"can I
give you
a ride?"

she's younger
than me

but most
are

she's attractive
in a gentle
resigned
worn way

the way
that I like
the most

a bit
flustered
I tell her
that I'm walking
for the exercise
after a long day
at a desk

I reach over
to the nervous
dog
to let him
smell my hand

"that's Peanut"

she says

I don't ask
her name

don't tell her
mine

I am
a dead
on his feet
idiot

I tell
her thanks
for stopping

to have
a great night

I turn
away

continue on

for someone
who thinks
that he belongs
on the streets

I certainly
don't know
how to act
upon them

I spend
the rest
of the evening
running over
alternate
responses

some
interested
questions

I simply
should've gotten
into that pickup

I really
hope
to see her
again

but I
know
that I never
will

still

it's nice
to know
that she's
out there

as if God
is reminding
me

that I should

never

settle

for someone
who is merely
convenient

again