A Mid-Days Day Dream

ever wonder what happens to all of the lysol cans
me either, really
what about the jellie bellies that no one likes
or how about all the dust left in the klennex box when it empties
or maybe the sparks that fly when a new log is thrown in the fire

what about those times when the melencholy just curls up in your lap and acts just like the cat
leaving its hair all over everything
but sometimes i need that hair there
i need it to remind me of things that i have had and do no longer
or about time i have had and never will again
or the people or the pets or the bushes

but then again there are the times when an unwanted mutt will follow you home
you can not shake this persistent pooch
no matter what you do the ragged meddling smelly mutt is there
why has this thing chosen you of all people to follow home
why do you open that left over can of food for it
damn it
it just wont leave you alone

go out
cross the steet
run to the park
the mutt follows
give in
go
take
welcome
stay with me
you are my friend

then one day walking the friend home from the park
you get to the street and he turns and looks at you
love
unconditional
then continues out to the street
you standing in awe watch in slow motion as he is hit

the car stops
drunk
he knew it would have been you

what happens when the dog leaves
really