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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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