Hey There

by Steve Mitchell

Hey there, dog, with your big, square head and your squat, square body.

I see you.

Hey there, dog, as you stop in the crosswalk and fight the leash to look at me, right at me, through my windshield, through my sunglasses.

And I look at you.

Hey there, dog,  as you whimper and whine before you surrender to the leash.

And I don’t know.

Are you a friendly dog?

Maybe so.

The light turns green.


springtime  –
he chases a crane fly
out of the fridge


© Steve Mitchell 2015