Awakening                                                                                

Something in me needs this stroking and

Katie the cat curled

 

Like a bass clef against my heart

Receiving.

 

Our bodies both hum

Morning music.

 

Mine rumbles a predilection for

Bosc pears, and hers,

 

In its even thrumming,

Lulls me in gray half-light

 

To forget her true  objective—

The contents of

 

The pewter cream pitcher

Chilling soundlessly

 

By the hot pot of coffee

On the red Chinese tray.

In memory of:

Katie “Bean” Lawson

Oct. 31, 1994—Sept. 25, 2010

 

by

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