Even the Dogs by Wil Triggs

Throwing down my coat

Onto the foot-worn path,

Hoping for a second or two

The donkey he’s riding on

Might step onto it instead

Of the dirty road underneath,

Just a second or two, a gentle

Step, the prized hoof print

Marking the coat,

Forever marred and blessed,

Then scurrying to pick it up

Following him as far

As I can, the sounds of blessings

And hosannas echoing in time,

A connection early in the week

Before he went

where no one else

would, could go.