Dog Snow
You remember in photographs, usually
And my keys, wallet, phone are not in safe places
My mismatched socks festoon the living room
And snuggle in next to your dishes filled with yesterday’s bones
And sometimes drifts of dog snow tumble through our kitchen
Catching around the legs of chairs
You the early riser, sometimes me
Either way with protestations and coffees
In the imperfect light
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