I went for a walk down Hollywood Boulevard
and I looked and here was this large white dog
walking beside me.
his pace was exactly the same as mine
and we stopped at traffic signals together.
then we crossed together.
a woman smiled at us.
he must have walked 8 blocks with me.
then I walked into a grocery for some food.
when I came out he was gone.
or she was   gone.
this wonderful white dog
with yellow spots on the fur.
the large eyes were gone.
the tongue was gone.

things become lost.
things can’t be kept.

I get the blues.
I got the blues.
that dog knew me.
I let it die.