A Summer Pair - July 19, 2026

we pause and turn our heads

as much as dogs do

our eyes and ears

scan like there’s

they could just as well

walk us, leashed

and leading them

along the path

though their noses

would hold up the parade

our tongues would hang out

and we’d whine to go home

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five weeds found friendship

near a sprinkler head

truly an odd group

of tall and spindly

short and dumpy

one prickly, one feathery

another sprawled on the ground,

hanging out like

bored teenagers at a 7-11

somebody must have

insisted they leave

they never bothered me

I miss them