Jasmine’s dogs

Bobber lies on the couch next to me

Hazel at my feet.

Soon I’ll attach leashes to collars

take them outside.

Let them walk, defecate in the yard

scent the trunk of trees.

We mourn the empty loneliness together

awaiting her return.

I pet them on the head, thankful

they don’t cry or talk.

I ask them if they want to go outside.

Ears perk up, they whimper.

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