Lynn

2020-04-07 10:57 am

the bedsheets, striped linen, rumpled, unkept
the jar of half-full change on the nightstand
the dollar store notebook full of dated dreams
the bible, still lying in the nonfiction section of the bookshelf
the lavender curtains, billowing in the cool spring air—

I forgot to close the window.

the cat meanders in
after his nap in the blue blanket still draped
over the armchair, he stretches big,
jumps to the east windowsill, and tracks a cardinal, pupils blown wide.

parting is such sweet sorrow. (2.2.188)