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The New Purrusalem

    The New Purrusalem My kitten steps across my flooring tiles And even though they are the blandest bland, A space of beige like wedding chapel aisles, Tiles turn transparent gold, become the strand Of Heaven leading to the throne of Him Who made her beauty with a...

Keats Walked Here

  Keats Walked Here The mountainside outshines the twilight force Above the highway and its cars.  Their glass And chrome presumably reflect the gorse, Dark green and yellow, from the mountain pass Back up, but weakly; colored echoes are Too feeble.  Bog plants made...

The Present Morning

          The Present Morning Nekko sleeping I woke up with a whisker on my bed, A long, white, bendy one.  My Nekko sleeps In curled up stripes and back and tail and head. He almost never leaves me gifts but keeps His perfect whiskers to himself.  So fine Because of...

New Use for a Hive Tool

     New Use for a Hive Tool https://images.app.goo.gl/TWPvPDBoGjhcxmJLA I cannot recommend an afternoon In bee yards—sun, sweat, stink of carbolic Fumes, not to mention hotness of harpoon Stings, each delivering vitriolic Intensity of hatred, or the stench Of burned...

A Form of Meditation

         A Form of Meditation My cat is trying to express a deep And lovely thought.  Her Buddhist methods for This mystic message are purring and sleep. She sometimes dozes in the corridor With chin (propped on a brick from a building Site in Dongzhimen) the hue of...

Burlington

               Burlington He makes the heart’s beat change into a purr By doing simple things like lapping milk, And kneading rugs, and wearing knitted fur That rubs against the leg like hungry silk; The way he sleeps, contorted like a slur Of laziness across the...