a midsummer’s day swim
they left the door slightly ajar
so we inched a little closer
scooching our butts
on the concrete patio
carefully listening and learning
like little birds do
though no growling or barking
or panting could be heard
we came to understand
it was a dog day afternoon
conversations continued
but our comprehension faded
and the longer we sat
keeping cool by the crack
the further lost we became
in their indigenous sea
july two thousand nineteen
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