Snore Up

Beside me you can sleep, somewhere else,
While I, here, watch
Stars enchant the black silence,
Fade behind the rigid grid
Of silver screen
Pointless in grey dawn.

I have sporadic visits from the cat:
She purrs soft fur and teeth,
Claws, weight that floats
Above me as her whiskers
Dust my face, then
Twisting interrogative
Like some solicitous
Beautician, her bum in my face.

Oh, how I want to travel
With you,

Away from
Arthritis and its skulking leering jabs

And here I lie
Wasting the ticking darkness.
Loving, envying your serenity.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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