I've seen a penguin in a trench coat
Questioning the tide.
I've seen a pigeon on the couch
Licking chip salt from its wings.
I once heard a seashell say “wrong number”
And hang up on the ocean.
But the strangest thing I've seen,
Is you.
Like a typo in reality
That the universe decided to keep.
The walls utter gossip at night.
They watch new women pass,
different steps, new perfumes,
claiming corners they'll never own.
I saw the waves
crash over the sand
where you once sat.
Your ashes sink
into the waters
you once sailed.
Others desecrate
the land
you once found holy.
If dogs were free, what would they do?
Run for office? Form a chewing shoe coup?
Would they frolic with purpose, protest with glee,
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