Freeverse 519

8/16/21

the hot, spaghetti-like water streamed down on the dog
her hair, and dirt, swept down the drain
smelling so good now, better than me
with one violent shake, she shook herself almost dry
the rest dried by rubbing against the sofa
her thin blue collar put back on with a loud click
careful to not get her hair caught in it
my hard work will be undone soon
the sliding door with scratched glass opens
and she settles comfortably under the deck

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