Soapy water,
excited fur ball.

The heat,
Santa Barbara summer,
child’s laughter,
his father,
together-
washing the dog.

Reminds me,
of my own father.
Our dog,
long passed,
remembered.

A neighborly wave,
a rare sight,
now-a-days.
A welcome sight.

Smile on my face,
I wave back.
The smile,
wearing memories,
the man,
the boy,
the dog,
and,
a friendly wave.