Stray poem

Written 2/10/22

If I may
If I may 
follow you 
from room to room 
not unlike a stray 

And if I were to say, 
stray away from your left side 
you wouldn’t have to search too long 
you’ll find me standing 
on the right. 

You’ll find me with a tennis ball 
between my teeth 
locked in my jaw 
And I will drop the slobbery thing 
in your hand, and at your feet 
my heart will land.

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