White dog
I went for a walk on Hollywood Boulevard
I looked down and there was a large white dog
walking beside me.
his pace was exactly the same as mine
we stopped at traffic signals together.
a woman smiled at us.
he must have walked 8 blocks with me.
then I went to a grocery store and
when I came out he was gone.
the wonderful white dog
with a trace of yellow in its fur.
the large blue eyes where gone
the grinning mouth was gone.
the lolling tongue was gone.
things are so easily lost.
things just can't be kept forever.
I got the blues
I got the blues
that dog loved and
trusted me and
I let it walk away.
Charles Bukowski
afb. Picasso
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