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and sky
abending round ushearing
sang his hearty slow
to sleep in upstairs ceiling
low above his head.
Woke he mid-morning, kinsmen
song, and one his voice, and fingers
strummed the thoughts, the work, the right
of me, of you, of them, of bleating hers
and he's. She comes along, to ride and see
his resting willery, placed so—still! Preserved
our day with his one voice, one heart of minds
reflected in the civic work of lateness, lateness, wakeful
sleep.
Agatha
b. July 1997 - d. October 13, 2009
in my lap. The air of her
house cat-uncaught birds, unfound mice,
non-trophied chipmunks, lifts and she lightens,
hovers, losing air without having leapt
her years in my house, in our laps,
in the bowls of dry food and one and water
and new thoughts of sleeping space, the Agatha
finding her first life not landing this time, to settle
as she has done
all her years.
are to be
on the half shell
served.
pearls are out of them.
string along a necklace,
opera length, to accommodate
vibrato.
standing
ovations are rare,
or should be. standing
invitations are another matter.
hands are oysters
on the half
shell serving each
irritation, a pearl.
11 May 2009, 6:49PM; Monday