Dog
sitting next to me. pushing
your nose to the floor at
invisible bugs.
Hey,
what are you doing?
an empty stare, that
never-not-working nose,
and open faced nickel eyes.
the morning sun kicking through
our office windows, lighting from
behind, each one of your caramel
colored hairs.
bored of my question, you
are back to work at the
mystery of hardwood floor
and invisible bugs.
watching your sponge nose dot
a spot of moisture on the floor.
each time, thinking you’ve solved
it all.
a feeling
we both
know well.