Thunderstorms that devil my Arlo dog, but allow me
To peruse the house, yet again, and decide, glide
Within this home
And slide more unwanted away. Unwanted now is
Detritus even we rarely needed and I for sure
No longer do.
What do I need now. You. But you are not here.
What do I need now? A sense of place, a home
Of my own.
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