Poemdog

Dogs 2018

QUALIFIED TO 1350 FT
(8/26/18)

he's 9

maybe 10

lives
down
the street

frequently
motoring by
on skates

a skateboard

a bicycle

always dressed
in some quasi
military garb

if I'm
out
he'll look
at me

then look
away

no wave

no nothing

one day
he surprises
me
from behind

"were you
in the army?"

he looks
up
at my buzzed
haircut

no

I say

the Coast
Guard

"oh"

he looks
disappointed

"did you
save anyone?"

no

I'm a dud

I did
electronics
work

I explain

"like a spy?"

he brightens

more like
a repair man

I tell him

he stares
at his feet

there's no
hope
for me

before
he pedals
away
on his bike
I make
one more
try

I offer
that I did
climb
a radio tower
over a quarter
mile high

he looks
up
at me

then looks
to the sky

"wow"

finally

something
registers

"bye mister!"

he wheels
off

now
with a story
to tell about
the old guy
on the corner

I'm just
glad
that he didn't
ask me

if I was
afraid