Between the mundane thrills

Of my mom buying cookies at the store

Or cleaning out the flowerbeds

Seeing you sitting out on the porch

Breaks away from the dull everyday

Your overly excited dog running circles

Around an invisible foe that he alone must chase

Summer sun awakens the tired yet still present

Red strands of hair you've hidden away

Days become seconds in your presence

The entirety of spring passed on a whim

On the same evening we spent heckling movies

The afternoon grows longer in the pet section

Of the grocery store down the street

What are empty pockets except vessels

Specifically designed to carry dog treats?