Saturday, March 3, 2018

Book Left in the Sun Valentine

Too many buds to count
On the pale hibiscus
The cat strolls over to check
 
Purring on my lap
While the sparrows feasted
Soundlessly
 
Called in late
You burst out the door
The cat and I leap together
 
You shake the world by the throat
But our little yard drifts back
Into its quickened place
 
Ever so carefully
Effortlessly because
You have willed it so

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