After tea I wait
in flickering light
in the drone of what had been cicadas.
Two cats
and their cadence of grooming
lapsing into a brindled sleep
while I wait porous
for what was already there.
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Saturday, October 1, 2011
Waiting
After tea I wait
in flickering light
in the drone of what had been cicadas.
Two cats
and their cadence of grooming
lapsing into a brindled sleep
while I wait porous
for what was already there.
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Cha Sen -
I found your picture, accenting your poem, "Waiting," to be at once compelling, beautiful and haunting.
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She pauses to entertain my whispers,cooing.The motion of the hand,the pour has her gaze.Tea for you,Two Black?The feral cat,silent hunter moves on.
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