A Visitor


The neighborís little white cat
has taken up residence
on my motherís front step.

He stays for hours
and listens patiently
to every word she says.

I wonder what he knows,
how much he understands.

I wonder what she thinks
when she speaks to him.

Are her words really
what they seem?

Or are they distant bells
that ring in the name
of who she is?

June 29, 2006
















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