She Never Has A Nice Day
The dog on its leash squats
and turns around
sniffing the grass.
The woman leading the dog on the leash
scowls...
she never smiles...
except...
when laughing at someone's misfortune.
I know her well.
After she yanks abruptly on the leash
the dog bounds up the steps
wiggling from one end to the other
waiting expectantly at the door.
The woman follows,
stomping up the steps
opening, entering
and slamming the door behind her.
I know her well,
she never smiles,
she never has a nice day.
(C) David H. Roche 2017
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