#823 the art of begging

i open the fridge
behind the fridge-hum, silence
grab the cheese package
toenails click on laminate floor
hopeful eyes enter the room
the head lowered, humble
and i understand the cliches origin

#39 leash in hand

i stroll neighbouring april blocks

gaze up

amazed by sky and stars

and air and freshness

look around and down
my shoulders sink
weight of depression from the artificial-glow flickering from so many windows

and convenience-wrappers and disposable cups spoiling the night

she stops

i dig in my pocket

voices

drunk

on a parallel street

sharing a heart-to-heart with the town

n'im not just say'n th (hiccup) s'cuz i had s'm drinks

she looks up, pants, wags, smiles

i kneel, scoop, tie, stand

still

she pants, wags, smiles...

and i can't help but grin