in daylight while I was
getting the mail (the
keys tangled with purple
lint from my
pocket).
We shared a moment
or eyesight and
wiggling noses, until
I broke the gaze
and headed inside
to get carrot sticks
I had
saved.
By the time I found them
and stepped back outside,
the half-moon was out,
so I stood in the cold,
smelling the manure in
the air,
holding cold orange bits
between my fingers.
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