Albion Moonlight

So Albion tries to relieve herself

but nothing comes,

no waste inside, meow 

Sitting there so patiently,

elongated minutes 

in cat-driven sleek time,

licking her full and furry belly 

so stretched out,

she gets the waiting, 

gets it is all about the passing of meaningless time

And I watch, 

consider her feline lesson

of letting go 

as cycles spin round, effortlessly,

eventually unfolding  into their ends or beginnings,

just like life turning,

cycles,

ashes to ashes,

Albion

St. Louis

2/14/73

Valentines Day