A Quiet Place in the Garden

       for Cheepy

 

What use poetry

when yesterday we buried

our ancient ginger cat

 

The words sit

at the top of the stairs

waiting for his breakfast

 

Underneath the citrus tree

dry leaves cover a patch

where the neighbor’s cat

will sniff the air

and look around

 

Seeing only an old pomelo

yellowing and withered

last year’s fruit

hanging close to the ground

 

One day it and we

will drop from the branch

dissipate into the earth

 

While from between the higher leaves

the wind will disclose

a host of tiny green heads

and a great sound of purring

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2009

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