-"Pumpsie"-

July 21, 10:18 AM ––

passing the stone wall approaching the house,

an old man wearing a faded baseball jersey
designated as number "12", walks his dog.

due to multiple machine washings

and numerous trips to the ballpark under the season's sun,
the name of our hero is bleached-out

so it’s not clear to me who it is number "12" represents.

who knows how far down the road they’ll go,

this old man and his side-dog companion,––

or if they’ll reach the banks of the bay expanding southward to the open sea,––

or at least step to the line of demarcation as far as public access allows.

I don’t know if the dog's had its piss yet.
It seems to be inclined to wait it out for the right sniff. 

who knows what else the dog might have in mind.

and who knows what it is old number "12" is thinking.

certainly not me.