"No wonder she kept cocking her head
as I went on about 'summer movies'..."
"She showed such patience for a dog
without breeding while I went on..."
I'm still listening...
"I was standing and she was sitting
on a dim street..."
"...wasting my time and hers
trying to explain 'corn dogs,' 'white walls,' and 'the March of Dimes.'"
"...wishing I only had my camera
so I could carry a picture of her home with me."
"...I kept thinking how I would have loved
to hang her picture over the mantel
where my maternal grandmother now looks down..."
"Then, before dinner each evening
I could stand before the image of that very dog..."
"...submitting all my troubles and petitions
to the court of her dark-brown, adoring eyes."
Random lines from the poem "Le Chien" in the book Ballistics: Poems by Billy Collins
2010 Random House Trade Paperbacks, pgs. 68-69