Little Lucy
a miniscule black haired critter
with her bottom teeth slanting past
the lower lip
looks at once befuddled and innocent
walked before dawn
every day by a man leaning on an aluminum cane
Little Lucy trotting on
in quick tiny steps
tail up, twirling
fellow doesn’t speak English
got the name from his wife
Loocei
Lueci
not sure
doesn’t make a difference
and not my dog
but bouncing along
I try the leap
not possible
her joy
too perfect for ponderous
human flesh.
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Charles Chaim Wax
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-certain-secret-incantations/