Friday, August 31, 2018

Kerri Shying R # 502 - a buttress pressed against the flanks


I much prefer this   nights at home
no stumbling   on the wards   the rain
 tango  on the warm tin roof   cats
alert  to   someone  too forlorn   after
midnight   they make themselves

a buttress pressed against the flanks

aligning their soft breathing   lung to lung
this large bed   alive   with concentration
I am soothed    to fall   at first light   off
against the odds   and waking  find
the pain  has softened   into fur

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