City by Frederick Seidel

Right now, a dog tied up in the street is barking
With the grief of being left,
A dog bereft.
Right now, a car is parking.
 
The dog emits
Petals of a barking flower and barking flakes of snow
That float upward from the street below
To where another victim sits:
 
Who listens to the whole city
And the dog honking like a car alarm,
And doesn’t mean the dog any harm,
And doesn’t feel any pity.