Just wrote this...first draft

[jayx2]

I’m with my dog reading poetry
in the park

his leash
pressed down by my foot
he won’t go no where
he will whimper
wish he was running
short hybrid legs of a bassett
mixed dog with the rottweiler.
His face scares them, walking the stretch
of the leash, going only so far
to stare back at me
pen furious on the page
could your paws grasp a pencil
I imagine, you could write
furiously about your hard times
on th estreet found on the tracks,
how you traveled 3 hrs in my car to my home
threw up over and over with the car experience
you’ve never had
a leash that you would be held on
that you’d pull taught
and go no further
to stop and look up at me
on the bench writing poetry
about you writing poetry
in the park.