MONTAGE

The Day I Found Rusty
Molly Herzog

Looking out the car window,
all there was to see for miles were farms.
Grass swaying,
waltzing to a song I couldn't hear.

The building is brick, inviting, small.
A flowerless garden made me feel at home.
The doorway,
invited me, called out my name.

The scent hit me,
the sound startled me,
the sight,
the sight.

He had fur so white like a fresh sheet of paper,
brown spots like wet sand beneath your feet.
His eyes, drawing me in,
eager, hopeful, scared, alone.

It was then,
that very moment we locked eyes,
that I knew,
he would be mine.