Jack
Jack, you stood on your hands
to pee, then ran back
yapping; and the lady
whose feet you splashed
snapped back
with angry shouts, shattering
the quiet common.
But we laughed
Could not stop laughing, after
such a spat.
And Jack was bright
and unrepentant.
Dogs know no repentance, merely
people’s fierce or smiling
face
and since we were laughing…