June was ripe and plump
and peach-colored all over.
I was playing house in the city,
with a dog, a set of keys and a garage in the backyard.
The day exhaled into late afternoon,
and an overindulgence of summertime gave way to siesta-ing.
With arms and legs stretched out in opposition,
I welcomed the twilight breeze over every inch of my skin.
Almost imperceptibly, my charge appeared at my hip,
her solid body resting against my side.
No whining, no sad eyes;
just her quiet presence and a desire for affection.
I stroked her head, starting at the crown,
looped around her ear,
and let my hand rest on her shoulder.
Sometimes a dog's love
is the sweetest.
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| My furry little niece. photo by katie t |
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