I remind Dora she is buck naked,
but she does not care,
as she opens the sliding glass door.
She strides outside
to chase a cat out of the yard.
She gardens to attract birds and butterflies.
She stops to refit the birdbath on the stand,
pulls a few weeds, examines the tubes she bundled
for carpenter bee homes.
Dora bites her lip, stretches,
uncovers the love seat under the trellis,
folds the cover up and takes it to the shed,
stores it above the bicycles.
She returns into the house.
Her bare feet track dirt and dried grass clippings
across the carpet, as she heads for her shower.
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