I saw a dog outside a bakery
-scraggly thing, ribs showing through-
just stood hungry, tired, in the doorway.
So I shed a tear
and bought a loaf of bread
with intent to share.
But once I paid and looked
the dog was gone, gone, gone
and my heart sat in my shoes.
So I gave it to a man
-scraggly thing, ribs showing through-
who grabbed my purse and ran.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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