ghost

ears to Ginsberg
set by Glass
the CD finishes

something room enters
caresses my leg
a friendly rub---nothing's there

eighteen months ago
my house received three kittens
when Houdini disappeared

the first was long-haired beautiful
naughty Miss Demeanour
pest and scented scamp

teenage trip-you Not!
nervous gentle Jinj
adept night hunter

then Not! was road bone-broken
for all their lives complete
i had to move them on

old Madam's asleep in the kitchen
my ankle's brushed goodbye
i fear a young is lost

thanks
luck
see ya

poem

2K3:6

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