The walls utter gossip at night.
They watch new women pass,
different steps, new perfumes,
claiming corners they'll never own.
But they remember the first.
Her laughter soaked into the brick,
her voice lingering between each creak and crack.
The new names echo differently,
but the first is the only one
These walls still recognize.
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 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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