Except In Spring

I'm getting along

without you verywell yes

I am except when

I moved, and I found,

a dusty tennis ball of

the dogs under the

couch that he forgot

accidentally. His dumb snout

is what I do miss,

it's not you, though I

could use a hand lifting the

old blue couch, true,

but other than that

I'm getting along without you

very well as I

catch in a damp rag

flakes of tawny onion husk.

Fridge drawer corners

full of our old crumbs.

I'll clear that skin away,

and just kid the moon.

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