standing at the sink,
contemplating rice or perhaps tea,
i notice the neighbor's dog.
i watch him through the chain link fence,
face to earth,
distracted in thought,
he always seems to be there,
sitting in that same pile of dirt,
they don't seem to ever let him inside.
suddenly, he stands up,
limping off to another spot in the yard,
as if to defy my judgements against his master.
back right foot turned in,
his walk is but a painful dragging of appendage.
i remember again,
that while everyone is created equal,
not everyone is created equal.
that some should not have children,
or dogs,
or even an ant farm.
that they must salvage the little love they have,
simply for themselves.