as the dog runs
like a wild brush fire
contained on blonde
legs in the lightless
night, but for a slight
uncertain moon, i see
you standing at the door,
long and lean, with
arms folded, your
bright smile
and the warmth
of your house behind
you, waiting, watching
as i drive off into
the night.
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