Albion Moonlight

So Albion tries to relieve herself

but nothing comes,

no waste inside, meow

Sitting so patiently,

elongated minutes

in cat-driven sleek time,

licking her full and furry belly

so stretched out,

for she gets the waiting,

gets it is all about the passing of senseless time

And I watch,

consider her feline lesson

of letting go

as cycles spin round

effortlessly,

then eventually unfolding into their end or beginning,

like life turning,

just cycles,

just ashes to ashes,

Albion

St. Louis

2/14/73

Valentines Day