in the middle of the kitchen
the cat sits
and watches while dinner is prepared
like the queen that she is
she only deigns to move her head
to track our movements
sometimes we address her
but usually we just
dance around where she
has planted herself
Tag: dinner
Poem 20141120
these grey clouds
and cutting wind
make me think of summer
and hunger for something
hot and thick and heavy
i wish you were bread
and butter so I could soak you
in gravy
Words and Feathers 