If you wake up,
And a black cat
Glossed like a word
Lost a long time
Purrs by your ear,
And a loved one
Snores on the far
Shores of your chest,
Well-warmed, well then,
You’re in luck, friend.
Don’t stir too much.
Let them rest—let
Night dim to dawn
That weird way dark
Has for a fade—
I go by gain.
Thursday, October 1, 2020
Sweet Hours
