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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
© Johnmichael Simon
2009
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