now,
i see her out the window
with a new
set of rescue dogs.
the three
of them together
limp along
in the muggy air.
her with her plastic bags
and well
worn leashes.
the dogs
keep dying on her.
she gets them late in life,
from the pound,
or some online site.
she says
nothing to them.
gives them no commands,
no direction,
like her
they seem to wander
until
the walk is done.
it's love, it seems to be
something
else
i know nothing of.
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