I just remembered that the world is a beautiful place.

A fresh new comer, the winter air blown in past early spring
Caught my breath, lifting up the garbage pales at one AM
Because I forgot to take them out earlier. I’m glad I forgot,
Otherwise these fucking stars like solid stones I could touch
Wouldn’t be up there in the sky for me to touch and I wouldn’t,
If it were not dark, have let my dog come out with me
Without clipping him to the runner. I’m not sure why.

He would not have followed me
As if he were an old hunting dog
And we had been doing this for years.

He wouldn’t have lifted his tail in attention
And hurried his feet without me having to say a thing.

He wouldn’t have been there to recognize a feeling I could only barely feel myself.