white dog, captive at the window, watches:
speaking ‘i see you’ without words,
as i pass, and ‘set me free?’ — we
both look to each other and lonely birds.
white dog sees more than peekaboo
of babies and humans, who don’t see at all.
perhaps they should stare out of windows too.
if we could run together, i would run with you,
white dog, and we would find our pack.
i won’t mind if steadfast black dog tags along.
we would not look back. freedom lives a long
way from home, white dog — captive at the window.