Good girl

Like melting ice cream
Vanilla sunlight, dripping joy
A street dog with no name
A history of kindness
Kneading strangers with her fore-paws
Where'd she go?

New arrivals, the child 
called her "Marie biscuit", "chicken leg piece"
pampered and greeted with film dialogue
Then one day, gone before she was ever named
No one sees,  a dog with no name

Her allies, a rotund white hobbler, brown paranoia
Sickly dogs, pushed further down the street
Under cars; while black twins and a broken leash
run free
I can no longer see the dog with no name

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