Sunday, May 4, 2008


she liked to hook my robe with her claws
and lean back against my arm like a child,
exposing a neck of white plush

wiped herself down pre-nap on my desk
so she could go to sleep in the blue
plastic basket on the bills

1 comment:

farmlady said...

the contrast is so clear. It reminds me of a William Carlos Williams poem: The Red Wheelbarrow....

So much depends upon
a red wheelbarrow,
glazed with rainwater
beside the white chickens."