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Albeit painful, it's lovely. Stephen V http://stephenvincent.net/blog/ --- On Tue, 12/9/08, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> wrote: From: sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]> Subject: snap To: [log in to unmask] Date: Tuesday, December 9, 2008, 10:39 AM 2008-12-09 Not an orphan yet, I come to you. Snow here is heavy and wet, sky darker than ground. The doctor reads the future in runes of blood and bone. I watch the snow fall, slant, across the streetlight. The kitten brings me her feathered toy, like a dead bird in her mouth, a low growly purr. A gift. The body sends its messages. Mine calls out to you in dreams. I wake stunned and languid. I wake. The doctor casts the coins, mother's next few months. Or years. They lay out before us, dark and secret paths. The kitten pounces, stops to watch paleness pass the window. Now is for her. Don't leave me. sharon brogan http://www.sbpoet.com http://www.sbpoet.net http://smallpoems.sbpoet.net