Of course I wasn’t looking at the shepherd dog’s face
I was looking at hers
trying to see the reaction…
It was later in the evening. I was placing my trash out on the porch to get picked up
and my dog ran down the stairs like he’s not supposed to
but of course I’m not mad.
He helped me meet her.
Darby’s face has a white stripe that looks like a half-slivered mask
which I discovered in my struggle to make some kind of conversation
with this lovely young lady
that’s what’s up, dog.