puppy’s taut leash-shadow vibrates with energy

he’s matured, a bit, so now it wobbles and droops

later, when senior years prevail, his leash will vanish

as it, and he, both trail behind so I might no longer see

teal accents, a sunflower or two

pads of paper, an assortment of pens

framed photo of a blue daisy

poking its head among fallen leaves

a woven basket, giant copper paper clips

token keychains, fond recollections

truly, it is the little things

joyful contributions to lives well-lived