Monday, 28 July 2014

Catnip

Not quite the dog days
Yet
But lounging all the same
In the tall grasses
The bishop's weed
In lazy late afternoon dreams
A black cat comes to visit
And piss a little patch
A soggy calling card to be collected
Redeemed another day
By degrees warmer
Brighter
Ebbing
Whatever you're carrying
Lay it down
Let it rest
Empty palms hand in hand
Take up visions
Dreams
New tomorrows

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