The Sentiment

Saw her in a garden, in a street where nice people
live, playing with other dogs and rolling on soft,
grass. I called her name she came to the gate
wagging her little tail; thought she remembered
me, but I was only stranger who knew her name;

she ran back to frolic with the other dogs. I have
seen her since in other people lush estates and
on beaches afar when the sea is calm and ripples
gently rinse grey pebbles till they shine as pearls,
but I don’t call her name anymore