leave me real roses on my doorstep ................I called her Theadora.
remember? ...........................She was a stray white kitten
the wheat from the chafe ......................with a bushy burr-infested smoke-black tail.
truncated dark days.........Black spots flowered
a clear coherent voice......on her sweet white feline face.
in the tin container.....
never have too many..................Every evening I waited expectantly for Theadora
brown grass on the hills.............to come to the doorway
..........and drink the milk,
..........that I faithfully set out for her.
................ sleep............................... background noise............ the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... a small stock of food........................ working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... steaming plates of pasta...................... never know why............... cold damp grass.............................. a long walk into town.......................... while Mary and Trevor looked on............. a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................