dust puppies
He shakes his body
and his ears flap
so do his jowls
back and forth
he shivers his back
all the way to his tail.
One by one
golden hairs
fly from his coat
and into the air
magnetically
reassembling into
little bundles of fur.
Every day I sweep up
three maybe four
gold dust puppies.
If I let a day go by
they cling to the bottom
of the furniture,
making the chairs easier to slide
across the floor.
Maybe I will collect his
offspring for a year
and offer little dust puppies
of different sizes
by the side of the road.
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