Floordogs
the evening, filled with breathable drops
and we, the two of us
in this lone partnership on this veering craft
helmless, stone-walled
at least now there's a veil,
softening us and the bathwater,
you first then me, soaping myself in your aftermath,
opening our pores, shaking off the drops
and we are almost, almost able to look about
the way dogs who know each other simply look,
here's a dog, there's another one scratching its belly
with a hind paw, lying on the floor, getting up
to be nearer to another dog, also lying on the floor
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