Hmmm...much to think about...thanks...rob.
On Tue, 09 Dec 2008 10:39:27 -0800, sharon brogan <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:
> 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.
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"Cogito ergo...how does that go again?"...rewjr.
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