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on the floora dark blue threadi pick it up to save the cats
snow on her crestabove a halo of clouds:Mount Katahdin
i set the dishesand pull the tab--two cats purr against my legs
i cannot find joyin the suffering of otherseven of assholes
raging snow flurryturns quickly into nothing--weather is fickle
not weird enough yetafter only 10 months--kitchen junk drawer
howling in the woods--the sounds of nature:not always serene
ragetransformed to kindness is the greatestweapon
deflected sunlightflits around the living room--orange cat flicks her tail
ebb and flowuncovers mollusksfor the gulls
the ocean drawsmy direct connectionto the sun
two more dead childrenand we react like they aretwo drops in the ocean
through the closed windowa draft moves the flameof the last candle
with a heavy hearti blow out the candle--prayer to the gods