little white cat
it made overtures
crouched under cabinet
my mews alternating
her eyes gleaming
and with lights out
a streak
of flying fur

tomorrow, perhaps purrs

come and go
little new people popping
in and out of
heart and head
(‘the sound is plonk’,
he said)
and oh, but I tried
so hard and
(can you see me cry?)
still they do
what they do
and that old refrain
if they would but
refrain
from leaving always
every time
it would be rather
nice,
i’m thinking.

Two young women
And a certain something
Terrific bundle
of potentiality

Collaborative efforts
in nascent stages
Tentative promises
and sideways plans

We’ll begin writing,
and that right soon
watch this space, please.