Running dog

Suddenly, a bullet of movement in the street,
a dash of harebrained smile
breaks the dulled city momentum,
brown-striped mutt on collision course with the wet, hot air.

Runs in a jive, lolloping, tongue-lolling
a kinetic freak,
blending for a moment with a brown brick wall
bursting out of camouflage across a trash alleyway.

His mischief draws stares
he picks up speed; ignoring a red light
he's gone
hurtled into the pieces of a slow summer afternoon.