sofa so good
what more could you want
on a silent spring morning but this string music
and the warm belly purring of the cat
two pots of daffs in the garden
draped
with
camellia
petals
dawn moving shadows of sticks
across a cupped wall
time slowly changing every while
there a blackbird dares
where a robin hopped
eyes in their slowness take it in
the music fades
the cat’s purring ceases
upon two sighs we join orpheus
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