A Sunny Winter AfternoonThe cat lays in the winter sun, and so do I.
The woman's gone. That seems a shame,
But sorrow is an element of consciousness,
And, like the cat's, mine ebbs away. She
Blinks. I blink, as both of us drift slowly
Off to sleep.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-01-26 at 00:11
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