I see a dog, in a fence
his tongue hanging out
looking at my dog
looking at him
he’s playful, mine not so sure
I lead him to the nose
and they touch
planes ream the sky
and the sounds of cars a little way off
don’t matter
because the dogs are touching
the world spins along
through space and time
my feet hurt because my shoes are old and worn
I walk my dog away
the other one looks on, happy
they met
and all is well