Everywhere Dust
My house is full of pets in each corner,
under the stove,
behind the fridge,
around the water heater.
Little grey bunnies made of dust,
so furry and made of me and you,
of cats and dogs and my wooly vest.
Do I dare pet them?
Set out a water dish for food?
Watch them grow and let them outside to graze,
they have as many names as I dare give,
and I fear some stranger may sweep them,
But I have dust cats and dogs as well,
dust goats and dust giraffes.
Dust people,
dust friends.
Copyright © Nicholas Enloe | Year Posted 2024
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