this little dog awaits his turn to
turn into a proper man: a man
who tussles pages and drinks
dark coffee and forgets i-phone
or smart phone or the existence
of phone back at his office: where
papers are stacked in a manner
only a man's mind can decipher
this little dog awaits amongst the
yellow flowers, next year they will
be white he hears the manager of
coffee tell what the little doggy hopes
to become: he takes note of the
slacks, the shoes, the shirt, the frown
and wonders why would a man
frown so deeply before the head
goes down and the pencil starts
