hot and summer
front and back doors open wide
and then a cool poet’s breeze
across my knees
sighs
i sit still
for more
summer hot
the cat tires of chasing the poets
and sits beside me
she can see them
and purrs
we sit still
for more
summer hot
a fly buzzes in
the cat’s head swivels
it settles on a line of poetry
we all doze
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