The Loneliness

 

the loneliness

digging a cat’s grave

this autumn night

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This poem was written for George, my cat. And, to finish, here’s Gene Clark –

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The Soft Angle

 

the soft angle

of his neck after the car

the impact

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This poem was written because pigeons have no road sense. And, to finish, here’s Erik B and Rakim –