angrily i stormed out of my home,

and there she was,

in my driveway,

walking.

so i followed for a bit.

then she stopped – waiting for me to catch up –

so we could walk together.

and i felt much better.

i walked her home –

to my mulch pile?

Unaware, we make homes for each other,

Aware, we all live together.

( but what do i do with my mulch pile?..

oh wait, not mine anymore, is it…)