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kathy walker
Mom's Garden
Mom is a curl of work
her feet a tuck under
hands plucked in the soil
We have a yearly tour
Mom tells me woolly time is
good for walking on
crushes its sweet in her nails
and here is my favorite, rosemary
I have work to do now, Kath
Spot tenders by in the drive
like bad taxidermy
he's a good kitty
Orange's best buddy
they stop lick each other
Orange folds in the dapple sun
lays his fur out
in its conscious breathing
new shoots flicker whisker lash
alien amber eyes sensate
solar powered perception
I will stay for a while
in the quiet of this business
february in cleveland
in february the real winter cruels
the moon startles
over the still of salted road
on route 2 the gray land
is orange lit industrial style
a passing car spits
a pointillist painting
on my windshield
by the end of summer
i'll forget this
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