Last of Summer
On the blue couch, the cats
spread their limbs around me stretching
out and I—larger and cooler with the hot
late summer air pulsing in my skin—
curl in between, the last of the days
like this beg me to rampage in the heat,
fly kites, submerge in water, expose
my body to light. But on the blue couch,
the cats seduce me to sleep, loving their
soft fur: gold and green eyes, sleepy faces
stealing half glances in my direction, each
of us dreaming of winter.
PS-
I saw a HOVERCRAFT yesterday!!! For real!!!
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