Sitting at our window and
watching the entrance to a restaurant,
her head rests on my shoulder;
Looking at the rising tide of people,
turning over and over;
I think about the others before her,
all special,
some with even stranger names;
But I thought of this poem while I was
watching her
Soon the image of words died
as I became entranced with petting her
fur and
as she found the unimagined spot in my
heart
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