Wednesday, December 14, 2016

True Stories Valentine

When the cat flew
Up into the yellow
Quietly waiting tree
The branches shook
And every leaf dropped
To the ground at once
Except for a last few
Drifting down with the cat’s
And my astonishment
Like people who die together
In large groups at once
Plunging over the line
Bodies left behind
Between this life and the next
Proof there is one

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