out here in the low light
            we press ourselves against the glass
        like dogs
        waiting in an hourglass of back porches
            and fencelines forever
        we wag and huff our tongues agog
            the light continues to fade
        sunset comes in a hush and whistle
            canine claws on linoleum, marbles
        still pressing
            gently, gently
        against the foggy glass of morning.

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