Secret Ingredients
Army
that thousand yard stare-
a private and the sergeant
standing toe to toe
–
noonday sun-
new recruit’s hair
litters the floor
Macabre
writing in the dark-
I dip my pen into the
inkwell of the night
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a forest path-
fallen trees
turn to dust
Cats
wind at the windows-
as I move to tend the fire
the cat takes my seat
–
late winter morn-
my calico sleeps
in a patch of sun
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