The streets, after a certain hour
became mayhem
everybody knows that certain roads close
and pedestrians turn it into a chaotic current
of oversized bicycles, and powerwalkers and horses and that woman...
with her dog
What is the significance of that woman in the white coat
and her tall white dog
with hair shaved into little balls
two of them-riding on his ass
I see her almost everywhere I go
I am hurried, she is not
Although the bustle prohibits further contact
I can't help but think it's more
than just coincidence
I'm learning so much about the city.
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