The woman who panhandles

at Northern Parkway and Cold Spring Lane

has a beagle.  


One night I was stopped at the light.

I watched them across the intersection.


The woman slapped her hands on her thighs

and spoke to the dog animatedly,

probably describing how sweet it was.


The dog, wrapped in a Christmas blanket,

sat quietly, looking up at her,

its brown eyes full

of love




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