We failed to acknowledge one another.
No history, no reference material,
Nothing to suggest we were adversaries ,
Just people passing on a morning walk.
Coffee outside a Starbucks
Does not offer a welcome
To the passing stranger,
I remain the “other”.
Why, when I add a dog to either scenario,
Does the veil fall?
Has the insertion of Homer assure the walker,
Or have I somehow become more accessible?
A friendly dog changes the universe,
Allows a secret door to open.
What great mystery stands revealed?
“A dog is definitely a chic magnet”
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