Alice
In the morning, July, the windows wide
Humid air rushing in replacing night
Everywhere the air, water on the floor
Urine on the boards of the kitchen floor
She has left us, staring wide open
On the boards of the kitchen floor
Everything is wet. The air hangs
Sopping wet towels over us, digging
Sodden earth, chopping warm roots
Clean by the shovel blade, dripping
Hole, oblong sopping pit, inside like
A nest.
A long, deep nest. Alice
Was a very good cat. Wrapped up
In towels, pink, burgundy, wet
Leaves hanging all about the garden
Wet with sun, wet with rain, weted
By the lone thief, death. A pet dies
Suddenly. No, we all knew that she…
The boys talk of sand flowing into her
Mouth.
Can we close her mouth
Or her eyes, wide open in the end
When we just want them closed
And we just want her dry. All we want
Is to keep dry. Tears dripping off
Our wrung faces, shrouded in heat
Remembering her glossy coat of black
Fur, petting Alice, deep in the past now
Beautiful cat with cool black coat of
fur
Beautiful cat with cool black coat of
fur
Beautiful cat with cool black coat of
fur
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