At the Deli in Prescott I sit at a table,
Next to the fence which separates me from the outside world.
Attached to the fence are two dogs, one smaller than the other and black and white.
The larger one looks like a golden lab, though I’m not sure.
They are just far enough away from each other that they can’t touch,
Though they are close,
About a foot away.
 
Almost together, but alone.
Almost touching, but not quite.