One Fox Terrier in the stroller.
A second leashed, walking alongside, sniffed Rose’s tail.
I spoke to the Terriers 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 decidely 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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