Dogs With No Names

Even when we can't see them, we know they are
there. On occasion, we hear them howling on cold
winter nights, in short sequence like coyotes do.
Sometimes in the light of day we catch a glimpse of
them limping along the ditch, tongues hanging out,
trotting to unknown destinations. They seem to be in
a place where only the present matters, oblivious to
their surroundings. Their eyes tell us that yesterday is
forgotten and tomorrow does not yet exist. They are
the dogs with no names, and they roam the...