relaxation, it
comes so easily to a black dog
on a sunny day, sprawled in front of the door
soaking up the heat, occasionally lifting her
head to see if any treats are heading her way.
I hustle about doing dishes,
huffing and puffing,
planning and plotting,
while she lifts an occasional eyebrow
wondering why I don't settle into a
spot in the sun,
relaxation, it
comes to easily to a black dog
basking in the sun, so hard
to me.
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