'and the cat
vanishes in an arc, over the fence.'
If only VB would do the sameP
Ps my vine buds are on the cusp again (well small cuspette at the moment
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Sent: 26 March 2008 01:43
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Subject: Snap 25 March 02008 -- long lines
It's spring again. The garden knows it. From beneath, green and purple
leaves, reaching up. Reaching out.
A winter vine climbs the fence. It separates the boards. Strong and woody,
it goes where it pleases. In all
directions. I am not like other people. I watch them, for clues. A woman
passes by with two small dogs
on a leash. She smiles. Why? I go to the door and look through the glass. On
the fence, just the other side
of the window, a black cat looks back at me. I open the door, and the cat
vanishes in an arc, over the fence.
I dream I am chased by a monster. It's kill or be killed. I am so weak I can
barely lift the hammer; the blow
only cracks the monster's bald skull. Like an egg, cracking. This happens
many times, many iterations. I find
a green light and shine it on the monster. I sing it a love song, and it
dies, finally, peacefully. Sitting very still,
I hold my aging cat against my aging breasts. We both purr. With my breath,
we purr. A snow shovel stands
against the wall. Unused, unneeded, this warm spring. Everything has a
function. We all do what we must.
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