about having another dog,
a new
dog, replacing
the one
that died twelve years ago.
but
then i stare at the leash
still hanging
on the hook,
i look out the window
at the slashing
rain,
the slush on the road.
i can feel the wind and cold
on the door.
maybe a cat,
or better yet,
maybe a goldfish
or two
could play the pet role.
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