Poem by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2021
The dog comes back in, pep in his step
dirt stuck to his back, paws gray.
I laugh at his small blissful rebellion
As he will be bathed today.
I hope he got the best from that moment!
The sun peaks in gently, not fierce
Where I’ve left the door open a crack…
I hear the birds as I breathe in the fresh air;
and though soon, oppressive summer will be back,
Today, it is still Spring.
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