Retrospect

it was a common drugstore,

just across the street from our weekend venue.

on the swing doors at the entrance

there was a ‘no pets allowed’ sign indicating

those doors were somehow magic:

i wish i’d found the guts to swing those doors

with Bacana on the leash, just to see if

his dark brown fur would turn white or if the whole Labrador

retriever would become invisible…

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