Dog

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There is something holy
about the three of us
here in bed together,
a clouded sky at
snow’s first settling.

When you came to us
we were only two,
you made three,
a sacred number.

As you press against me
your gentle breathing
silky coat
a comfort to my day,
I am guarded from
that which diminishes
that which matters less.

A ternary,
we sleep.
Woman, man, and dog.

Family

Day 15: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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You can spot them easily, though
you may not know them well

asteraceae
fabaceae
apiaceae
orchidaceae
liliaceae

Family who show each
lineation in bounteous ways

Those who look like sun

Or weedy ones fixing
nitrogen for others

Ones who grow underground
and hoist their umbrellas
to announce their arrival

While some are more cultivated, showy

Or the peaceful ones

All important, all beloved

Family, each requiring
sun and water
moon and air

Like us, kindred
in this wondrous sphere
we call home