shoulder
driving to work
in the dawn --
by the edge of the road
a dog lying still on his side,
the wind softly ruffles
dusty brown fur,
rushing traffic
for company.
a small part of me
still quietly thinks
he should wake up and realize
that a road's cold shoulder
is not a good place
for a lost dog to be,
and get up and leave 
before I pass this place
coming home...
Jon Bohrn (1999)

 

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