Standing in a cul de sac
eating saltines
while someone else’s dachshund
jumps and snaps for them
and the kid who owns the dachshund
tells me not to worry, but I do.

A flash of a dog,
nameless,

though my brother might know it—
he was older every time we lived somewhere,
every time we moved away.

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Today’s Poem a Day Chapbook Challenge prompt was to write a pet poem.