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sunlight hits the deck
the dogs stretch
on their backs
the ants crawl over
bare feet and loiter
until gently swiped off
or taken into a pair of
paws

he’s flossing his teeth
staring at the bugs
that seem to amass
on the drying wood

he goes in silently
the glass door makes
a slow heaving sound
as he closes it behind him

now I’m here