ADOQUÍN


The water diving dog
The beach diving mutt
Returns with a smile on its face

Water dripping from the stick
Lodged on its fangs

As the man with the green jacket
Walked sternly with the money bag
On his right hand

The grandmother
Strolling on the boardwalk
Felt face first on the flagstone

When I approached her
And asked if she was okay
She raised her arms towards me

I reached for her forearms
And picked her up
And she looked at me and said thank you

This time
There was no need
For an ambulance