monday —for marcello

MarcelloAfter long weekend under
cover of cloud and comforter,
drowsily catching up on
scrolled notes
and missed time
with my dog
at my hip,
I left a home
still shrouded in slumber,
save for the lonesome love
who curled
wagging silently at my feet,
worried head
lowered to my shoe,
begging, why?
Why won’t you stay
one more day?

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