there's dog left behind
looking confuse; lost
maybe hungry, thirsty
very friendly, if only
could talk she'll ask
maybe direction to where
I give her French fries
she refuse but smell it
she like water on my palm
when I am leaving she has
that sound of a kid wanting
to go with me but am going
to work where pets are not
allowed to be, I bid goodbye
she just sit there on grass
as if waiting for somebody
to come pick her up, to home
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