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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