his next job will be walking Bella
through the long corridors of DIA,
her nose to the ground seeking bits of
fallen food, a welcoming smile
as north is drawn to south, so Bella
instinctively moves towards small children,
sure to be coated in sugar, dropping small
crumbs alongside.
they giggle, moving back and forth,
in terror so much as laughter
and when they are thoroughly licked
clean, her nose drops to the ground, pulling
the leash, pulling him away from this
one, and on to the next.
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