following me
through.
a thud,
bang, or rustle -
i know its there
as i pick blackberries,
feed belle a bottle,
wash the breakfast bowls.
i hear it, feel it,
over there,
below me-
like a puppy's nose
against my ankle
not sure what or why
but i'll keep on
and hope that it
does too.
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