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Cat on my shoulder,
dog at my knee, I live
amidst amulets, icons,paintings by unknown
artists, carvings by
Indonesian strangers,figures that invoke
religions that are not
mine; spirit that is.Leaves come down
in a clatter of color.
The windchimes ring.
Ah, I'm just not feeling very poetic today...
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Have two more stanza.
In this October hour.
poem should appear.
Setting onto the paper.
But it’s playing tag
with the colored leaves
for the last time.
Posted by: Cathy | 25 October 2006 at 06:10 PM