four more-or-less October poems (three poems narrative while one verse plaintive)
who takes the autumn time
fall
and I’m not ready
too cold too
fast
so
where were the colors
coming over weeks
as hot moved to cool
then to cold only at night
for
a while
yet
look at me
hear me
complaining
while
it was in the eighties well into
October with random
reason
or Earth turning
for all the heat returning
but frankly
the trees look like veterans
of the wasted early
season
green leaves with withered edges
an attempt at red now brown
meaning
late fall by climate change
and should we peak in wizened fall
from trees worn out by
normal waiting
for
the riotous return
and
it isn’t look
of course
alone
but touch the cooler wind
to smell the gradual passing
to
think on the mortality
but now breaking cycles
of the planetary model rest
to sleep under
into blade risings
with
spring
then who took the time of fall
MidAtlantic
everywhere and that would mean
south
what should be the verdant
growing time
ambassadorial
the orange cat
who
came to say hello then
walk right
in
to look for corners good for
rubbing faces
with new levels
chair
and stool
and bed
on which to leap
as if after
to plant a catly explorer’s
flag
to chirp and then
to cry a
little
signaling the visit done
and for us to go upstairs
to find
the unlocked door through
which
this pumpkin neighbor
had escaped and has come down
to call
a sibling face behind the door
of timider variety
now
waiting for the rascal-story
men’s Bible study
thought
I’d give a try
there were three plus
the proviso that
where
two or more are gathered
one
man I knew
the other not so much
but
we went on together through
the video
and readings
with
discussions on the way
and then
requests for prayer
and I asked for
my niece
and abashedly then
for
myself
and
by the way
we had gelato at the start
while
I heard tales of Italy
from two so much more traveled
than myself
so
I could learn
because they’re nothing like
well
like being there
to insurance companies
thanks
to your insurance
I’m suffering
treatments have been identified
by experts
you won’t let me have
the help
I know I’m just one person
whose numbers move through your
machine
so easy to ignore
while you gear your promotions
through yourselves
over my health
but
goodness
I wish I could feel better
from the summer’s infections
it being fall
now
and
you know
I could feel improved
but
you won’t let me
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photo by Mauro Lima on Unsplash
my practiced cat sleeps
gilt by sun on the mattress
she meows to bless
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photo by Anna Karapetian on Unsplash
[not my cat, though my cat also gave the don’t-mess-with-the-cat look—this cat, by the way, is from Ukraine]
When Sunday Is the First
Tridecaphobes beware
This should not
Be your day
A day for black
Cats
Ladders
Broken mirrors
Cracked backs
(awful!)
Bad thirteens
Judas
The thirteenth follower
Somehow
With Christ dying
On a Friday
Too
Though the bad
Day that pegs it is
Just inside
The fourteenth century
When on a Friday the
Thirteenth
A trap was sprung
Upon
The Templars
Arrested
Tortured
Executed
And the king of France
Who started the campaign
No longer
He decided
Had to pay the ruined Templars
Back
Then again
The origin could be African
Or India
Or from the Americas
Ancient Greece
Or Atabia
Where the numbers were invented
So
Good
Day
Inside
Or should you dare outside
Where black
Cats will be set on ladder steps
To sing in fiddled fashion
Of
The hours
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Photo by Zhen H on Unsplash
[not unlike “Croatoan” on a certain tree, also a subject of suspicion]
(x = space)
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I Met a Cat the Other Day
(thank you, Almond Joy)
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A beauty
Asian of some kind
Rescued by my neighbor
So smart of her
To do
x
Named for a candy bar
(the cat)
And rather peaceful
In her arms
(the neighbor’s)
And I realized this morning
That
Everything’s a little better
Cats as ambassadors
And anodynes
x
Maybe we should keep them near
(my allergies
and yours
notwithstanding)
Near the table
Cushiony or something
Eyeing patience
In proceedings
And then our celebration
Meals
x
Never mind
Inscrutability
It’s a quiet asset
And a signal
Should it snarl
Not to upset
Our table
Or proceedings
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Photo by Brian Suh on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Mom’s Day
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When she was alive
And I had friends on campus
I got notes from her
From time to time
And a card on Mother’s Day
Sometimes for Father’s Day
She could get confused
She was a cat
Who when sick
Or when we were moving
I brought to my office
To let her sleep under the desk
Or rub my face
When I was working
As was her way
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And to make friends of peers
Students
Even the cleaning staff
Who were friendly people
So was she
She couldn’t be a mother
But she let me
From time to time
Be a mother
(also a father, keeper, friend, target)
And sent me notes and cards
For Mom’s Day
And other reasons
When I was on campus
And had friends there
While she was a good friend
A cat-child
In all places
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happy Mom’s Day to all moms
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Photo by Valeria Zoncoll on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Surly Cat Blues
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SING with me
Cat
Or let me sing with you
Or beat the cans or something
With the alley cats of night
Do you know
Top Cat?
I use to watch
When I was a child
x
I’ll call you Surly Cat
To avoid any trouble
And sorry
It’s a surly day
I didn’t sleep much
I’ve had some coffee
Do I want some more?
I am
Debating
x
Do you want some
Is that where a
Face comes from
Having caffeine
Or not
x
Maybe chocolate
NO
Not for a cat
(or caffeine of any kind
either)
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Maybe Andrew Lang
Painted you
Or Christopher Smart
Elegized
As with Jeoffry
But I imagine you
More
A cat
With a guitar
Or base
Plucking
Singing about
Mouse
The adversary
x
I don’t know
You might be a good cat
Avoiding
Everyone
Eschewing toys
Lousy on laps
Except as a surprise
A time of your own choosing
Interest
Combined with
Human inconvenience
x
Now I wonder
HEY
It really does look good
Outside
Temperature is moderate
There is a
Range
Of blue and green
And white and black
And gray
Maybe I could take a walk
You could stay in here
The old glass
Allows for sunlight
You might
Feel
Righter with the
Feline, human
World
x
Or hatch new plans
While you’re asleep
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I don’t know if Kliban invented cats who sing the blues, but I can’t help but imagine the two (cats and blues) in Kliban fashion when I think of cats as characters (all kinds) making music in addition to purr, meow, growl.
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I decided not to cite the famous cat with the famouser face. Too current, too popular. So I made up Surly Cat. It’s mine. You can’t have it. Unless you ask nicely. Imagine a cat with fists and an expression always saying, You should see the other guy.
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Top Cat is an animated cat, the main character in an eponymous cartoon series in the sixties. It was a delight of ours when children to meet the actor who was the voice of Top Cat.
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Photo by Max Simonov on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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monday protest
x
get up
listen to the noise
and go
and this is how it starts
x
a day
in the modern world
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no,
thank you
iI’ll stay here
in the drab place
and time
x
of dark and cold
of sleep
and safety
well
x
i won’t grow up
not i
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if you must leave
i’ll stay
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photo by eduardo mallmann on unsplash
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(x = space)
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Brother Cat
(about Hannah, rescued on Hanover Street)
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I was the brother cat
Sometimes father
Sometimes mother
We could get confused
You were the sister cat
Doubtlessly
Though you didn’t seem
To mind it
When I used Your Majesty
x
Sister queen cat
Cat with an attitude
Little cat
Who acted big
Alpha cat
When there was a beta
x
Funny cat
You were so serious
Except when you weren’t
You’d run out the door
And up the tree
High enough for me
To reach you
Bring you down
Hold you ‘til we were both
Inside
x
You were the cat
Who gave me cues
For petting
And for making
Entryways for sleeping
Out of blankets, though
Mostly out of me
x
I could work
As long as you were
On my lap,
Which was your strategy
x
A challenge came
When people came to call
If they wanted you,
You would check out their laps
Sometimes their faces
Generally, be slow and still
More so
Than you were with me
Or if you weren’t sure about
Who was visiting,
You’d jump up, pour into
My lap
And from there
Stare at the suspect
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For nineteen years
You were remarkable cat company
Despite the allergies
I miss you
And would have you back
In fact, occasionally I see you
In a blurred and catly place
Inside the corner of my eye
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yesterday I read “Sister Cat” by Frances Mayes
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Photo by Sourish Trivedy on Unsplash
A super good-looking lion (like me of course [photographer talking]) enjoying an evening on a cool rock in B&W!
Maasai Mara National Reserve, Ngiro-are Road, Kenya
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(x = space)
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Renovations of Divine Love
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She saw creation
In a hazelnut
The way Blake saw the universe
In a grain of sand
And microscopes would render
Microcosms,
Subatomic worlds
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As such, the world might be understood
As something to take care of
To have holiness in peelings
While there are leftovers
From the seasons
There is no trash
Each cell revealing plans
For perfection
When all shall be well
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We don’t know her name
She had a cell
Part of
The church of Saint Julian
She was God’s prisoner
By devotion
Many came outside her cell
To talk with her
About visions of the world
About someday considerations
Passed into today
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To replicate her life,
We need our version
Our version
Of a place
With a cat
Maybe with people going by
Life of a town
A neighborhood
A city block
A farm
We need time without calling it
Time
It is devotion
It is service that is easy
As in receiving love is easy
And honing faith
A pursuit of both
Earthly and ethereal
Delight
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Photo by Hatice Yardım on Unsplash
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