Hello, heartbreak
here you come again on kitten feet
to sleep in my lap,
well-remembered weight. No use
to chase you out--
you'll come right back and hang around.
Your claws will grow
shorter, with the passing days, and I
will stroke your fur
and treat you gently til you fade away.
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Loss
Labels:
free verse,
poetry
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