The sun rose from the top
of the flower this morning
down
The fat white cat
licked water from crystal
I won't mew
Beg me
Pads, sheaths, claws
Salt on a wound
Read these:
In the Coma by Robert Pinsky
Evening is Tranquil and Dawn is a Thousand Miles Away by Charles Wright
Sunflowers and their beautiful faces...
ReplyDeleteDon't think I didn't notice that salt peeping out by the jar ;) I love how your poem links with the picture, delightful!
ReplyDeleteAnd I really liked the Charles Wright poem! Thank you for the link!
DeleteYou've gifted the hills with your lovely poem, and the hills will gift you in return. Count on it. Love.
ReplyDeleteThat fat white cat.
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