one of those fluffy dogs with the thick curly tail
Fall is almost here
and as I drive over the overpass
before the big bend in the road I notice
the train is pulling out of the station,
it’s big white light so bright lighting
up the tracks clearly for them to see.
At the bend in the road,
one of those fluffy dogs
with the thick curly tail is standing there,
simply standing in the road,
not looking at me or thinking
about me, not caring, so
I drive by on my way to work deciding
not to think much about him either.