Love is strange medicine.
It cures chronic slip-ups,
mortal insensitivity,
a disappointing exam,
or heartache
poised in a glance.
But my dogs know this,
so they atone.
For every no,
they watch for yes.
For a forgotten caress,
they remind me with kisses.
For time stretched
by carelessness,
they jump and bark
until the stars shake.
A thousand minutes
or one long, slow breath
is too long to be away.
They miss me
like water for sky
and other elements
that house us in love.
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