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