Juri Street

(Escrito en el 2006)

There's a time when all seems easy. So I walk down the street, my neighbor's dog's outside, as usual. He runs to greet me, and I wait. And in that wait I see things. Images of life, mostly in black and white. I see myself and my old dog, and he's the one running this time.
So why did I have a dog before, and why the dog's not mine now? Where did my dog go, is he waiting for me this time?
What else is gone aside from my dog?
What do I miss when the rain falls?
My neighbor's dog can probably tell. They know these things.
My eyes turn blue.