ghost

Glass’s
Ginsberg
ends

there—something enters the room
caresses my leg
friendly—nothing

eighteen months ago
three kittens arrived and frenzied
Houdini had vanished

the first was long–haired beautiful
naughty Miss Demeanour
pest and miniature scamp

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

— months —

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

old Madam’s asleep in the kitchen
my ankle’s brushed goodbye
loss

thanks cat
good luck
see ya

poem

2K3:6

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