Mon
Jun
7
small as the throat of the neighbor’s striped cat
our meeting,
small as the throat of the neighbor’s striped cat
who eats her grass blade by blade,
was wonderful to me.
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have no fear,
your silver hair and
darkened skin
are just the signs that light’s
been passing through.
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at 10 p.m. I expect nothing;
its the 7 a.m. flowering i want
from you.
