brown_dog raze i met you on a street named for a river that rises north of the laurentian mountains. you were docked on the sidewalk, left to dodge the afternoon's cold kiss on your own. your leash weighed down by the wheel of an overturned bicycle. blue fabric jammed between the spokes. you stood when you saw me. you looked at me with what might be the saddest eyes i've ever seen. i wanted to pet you. i think you wanted that too. but i've been hurt before. i waved and walked away, hoping whoever came to claim you was worthy of your love. you've probably already forgotten me. i'll remember you. 240104 what's it to you? who go blather from