I went for a walk on Hollywood Boulevard. <br />I looked down and there was a large white dog <br />walking beside me. <br />his pace was exactly the same as mine, <br />we stopped at traffic signals together. <br />a woman smiled at us. <br />he must have walked 8 blocks with me. <br />then I went into a grocery store and <br />when I came out he was gone. <br />or she was gone. <br />the wonderful white dog <br />with a trace of yellow in its fur. <br />the large blue eyes were gone. <br />the grinning mouth was gone. <br />the lolling tongue was gone. <br /> <br />things are so easily lost. <br />things just can't be kept forever. <br /> <br />I got the blues. <br />I got the blues. <br />that dog loved and <br />trusted me and <br />I let it walk away.<br /><br />Bukowski Charles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-dog-2/
