She was only five
but wise enough
to slow down
in the hot sun.

The dog
her lead.

They sat
side by side,
wondering what
went wrong
in the world

because her father
had nothing
to say to her
or that crazy
little dog.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.