Poem: A sleeping dog and separation

This boy, he says, the street
dogs here are bigger than anywhere
else. The Mongrel raises his golden,
sleepy head.

Fly stuck on nostril, the dog’s
lazy paw etching circles. Post-prandial,
the lovers wish to play. With dogs
and distraction.

Even this day he says, it must end.
In agreement, the dog sits the head
back on grass. She likes vertigo on
the edge.

In a room somewhere, an airline ticket
(printed, on A4) waits. He becomes
silent, she talks too much, disturbing a
sleeping dog.