
The dust of my house
pirouettes to its own song,
a dog-nosed existence
in gray arrangements—
the particulate matter
of belly rubs and hocks
stirring in a delicate assemblé
of dog hair waiting for the
start of heartfelt applause.


The dust of my house
pirouettes to its own song,
a dog-nosed existence
in gray arrangements—
the particulate matter
of belly rubs and hocks
stirring in a delicate assemblé
of dog hair waiting for the
start of heartfelt applause.
Your poetry is so wonderful! Intelligent but playful, real but imaginative – and love the photo
Thanks for the nice comment.
LOL – My dog needs a bath as well.
Your dog is a cutie! And if the indoor universe is piling it on to announce it’s time, then I guess that’s that. I know baths are a challenge, especially when the dog tends to decide when the bath is over. Good luck!
Thanks
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