I saw you today
in the rain, being walked by
an olive-skinned girl
(who reminded me of someone I once
knew) reading a book, while drizzle
filled the air. the mist seemed
not to bother her. and you looked
trim and young, with a fresh
haircut. but, my brother had found
you last week
or so. it was another dog next
to the walker. she read,
distracted. you lifted a leg
for business. Or,
not you. a dog like you,
attached to a leash, walked by a girl like her.