chasing absence
The dogs chase his absence down the stairs,
stand at a loss behind the closed door,
having mistaken going out
for coming in.
They carry so much hope along their spines,
their nails on the bare floor castanet a joy transcendent.
The dogs chase his absence down the stairs,
stand at a loss behind the closed door,
having mistaken going out
for coming in.
They carry so much hope along their spines,
their nails on the bare floor castanet a joy transcendent.
Thank you for the lion's breath.
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