CAT Scan

                                       for Marti

 

      And just what does the cat see

with his shining green eyes

      as he skulks through the dark

warm jungle of your veins?

      Let him pad silently back

to report that the wet, pulsing

      miracle somehow continues.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

July 2011

 

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