Cricket Ensemble
A Poem In Honor Of A Cat Mourning Another Cat
When the dark is suddenly flooding in
Like a symphony of woes...
Tho you cross yourself
Where the daggers dance so
High above your clothes...
There is still the unkempt
Terrace with the lattice
Shawled in vine...
You can linger there
In a seam split chair
Til the quintessence of time...
Or gaze into the outgrowth
With your eyes honed down
To points...
You'll become aware of the
Subtleties of all
Cosmos, cads, and squeaks...
Your nerves will be
Riled to the test
Where the
Cloaks and
And the willows weep...
Peer deep, and deeper still
Until you can't separate
The shapes
Of your ass and elbow,
And the kitchen sink...
Make a stab at that
Second take,
And when you're finally truly
At a loss,
Then the truth
Comes billowing in!...
It's in darkness that we
Clutch the gauntlet
Of what's vital to begin...
3/26/24
Bunny Villaire
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