Questions: Left Unanswered in the Grocery Store
Tiny Confucius
rolling on by unnoticed
Fuzzy sage, aisle six
Yesterday in the grocery store, a woman rolled her cart by—one of the little ones—and on the bottom where you usually put cat food or soda pop sat the oldest, most grizzled pug I have ever seen. He was on the small side and nestled in a coat to keep him from falling over. He didn't even look like a dog anymore, but just the rumor of a dog, the promise of a dog. But he looked like he could tell me anything I ever wanted to know. I should have stopped the woman and knelt down to ask the dog all the questions I could think of, but he looked too wise to bother with my trifles. He rolled on by, and I still don't know what's going on.
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