Sentimental.

I met
a homeless man
today:

he had
a small
alsatian dog
called 'Petit Fleur';

I'm feeling
sentimental
and don't
want to
state his name

(although
I don't have
anything bad
to say about him).

He wore
a wicker hat:
fresh
and cheap
fibres -

like a copy
of some
Native American
tourist piece.

His name
is Clive:
he was
friendly
and enquiring

and
I hope
to see him again.