we bring the puppy along

while I walk you to the station – you’ve been with me

all weekend

and a good bite

of last week. now it’s time

you got home, finally;

you need to do

laundry and maybe clean the place

while your roomate is away. Summer

is exhausted from walking – she’s never done

so much before.

she was brought over

from Malaysia

where it’s hot for dogs

outside. after I’ve kissed you, and Summer has,

and stared at the train gone away,

I have to drag her

to the house. at the station exit

another terrier is waiting, his tail going

furious as electric fans –

he follows us

past centra

and jumps through the gate

when I tried to close it ahead of him. I like the cut – one ear gone and

a positive smile,

and clearly

he doesn’t mind walking. much

like a street dog – 100% gaspode – sniffing the whole time

at Summers buttocks

like I do sometimes

after you. it’s a pity, I think, pushing him

away with my shoe

and stepping inside. through the window

I watch him watch

the door close

like a train

sealing

and pulling away.