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Seasons and Holidays Past items (poems and prose) are in this journal. |
the last night a cat walked down that street seeing the face of a cowjaw in a frigid pasture somewhere in Ohio she was black Angora now the cat is somewhere south where it is warmer as he bleeds a sympathetic eye into the steam of work so the cat walked straight into a thread of odors burnt orange on his back spinning into black why, it could be a holiday for animals a child’s waving hand looking awesome as she clutches a marathon of candy bars happy with who she is a look-alike for the beloved Shalomar the cat |