• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 05
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The Dog Knows

The old red dog wandered to the laundry pile
that waits for sudsing and drying, a careless heap
of yesterday's excavations and spills.

She sniffed your wadded black socks.
Her tail measured conundrums
dogs understand in ways
I work to resolve.

On the basement floor
you are away
and here.