Sunday, January 13, 2013
Traces #365 poems
I moved the rug to vacuum
And found a few short black hairs
Clinging there still.
Its been 3 months since she left us
To chase squirrells on another plane,
Or maybe find old friends among
The cats she used to chase.
The room no longer smells of dog.
Its a quieter house now.
I no longer clip coupons for dog food.
Except for a few pictures
There's no sign a dog lived here.
I lay the rug back down.
I'll vacuuum there another day.
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