Thursday, November 17, 2016

Later Valentine

Alone on the remote island of death
The idea of rescue as distant as God
A cat playing with the wind
Leaping about and stopping abruptly
Her radar ears perking sharply
But you always wanted to live
By the sea even if you couldn’t
Pay the rent now you don’t have to
A life without a Friday cat
Or any other days or faces
The life of the wind in the yard
A conversational wind pausing
Like the breath of a passing god
And you are lifted across

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