One Fox Terrier in the stroller
A second leashed, walking alongside, sniffed Rose’s butt.
I spoke to the Terrier's care-giver,
Doing everything but exchanging photos.
Fifty feet down Orange Avenue
Another stroller was being pushed
With great effort, by a small woman
Wearing an aged, oversized,
Slightly frayed brown Army winter coat,
Gloves, scarf, and boots on this warm summer day.
Her face was deeply lined, hard, and decidedly unhappy.
Her stroller held an overflowing
Large black garbage bag,
With a small brown dog wedged alongside.
Pulling Rose, I hurried past the woman.
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