Monday, 25 June 2018

high summer

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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