Three Line Lunch: Elysian Park Rescue

a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 26

Elysian Park Rescue

Down slope she trudges, with dogs, burly arms, severe set mouth over trimmed goatee.
But she locks keys and dogs in car in sun. I loan phone for rescue calls
To her girlfriend and AAA placed in the girlish voice that later sweetly thanks me.