POEM: Domestic Bliss
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heaven is passing me by
each of them with a lead to a fuzzy happy dog
slowly ambling along as the sun
sinks below the city skyline
easing us into the electric rouge of twilight

they chat, they laugh
he holds the pizza: the promise of dinner
she brings the dry-cleaning
i don't hear their problems
or some undercurrent of tension
i see the package of domestic bliss

they are happy
the dogs are content
the sun finally gets to rest after a day's work
my window will be dark soon but
the back of my neck is warm