(a cascade poem)
So many things we say we’ll never do
Follow us home in the end
Like a stray dog that steals our heart.
That’s why I’m cautious about words
Spoken in haste or anger, for there are
So many things we say we’ll never do
That we should – like apologize
Or embrace the embarrassments that
Follow us home in the end
And lie down with their head in our lap
Nuzzling against our hand
Like a stray dog that steals our heart.
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