Thursday, August 25, 2011
Ok… -- Poetry 2011
After thinking about it for a little while
the conclusion rafted down turbulent rapids.
Taking on water to the gunnels, the outcome
was swamped but still floating outward.
Opening her mouth, the acrid wisdom
bailed her out; smiling, eternally thankful
for meditation, she said, no thank you…
sent the cat-chasing dog home, and now
all her cats are back, including shy Lizzard…