Some bring me fruit and flowers.
Every day's an anecdote.
A cautious tassel on our drapes
reveals the sunlight antidote.

I strong-arm the door for them -
a growling Annie's by my side.
Ever-eager Freddy is
consigned to terrier, again.
"My Hero --Alpha Dog!!" I lie.
"I am, " he whines.
I laugh.He sighs.
"Of course you are."

pat-pat-him-sweet

He wags the rug in smug placation.

Friends are different these days -
orbs are present in their eyes.
A haunting to be sure, I know,
I look at them and say goodbye.
Silently acknowledging
I can't correct what has transpired.
So I wish them well as they
walk their narrow, spindle-gait

There be dragons that prevail

I lock the door - security,
and I decide to sweep the floor.
Superstitiously--bad luck--

Take that with you, Mutha-wruck!

I will pray this day away.

Love is in the flickering
tealights and my potpourri
bubbles in the caldron we
keep hidden by the ficus tree
that twinkles with blue lights.

Nothing's on the stove tonight.
The cat is dying quietly.
"Layla" makes the pain alright
and Clapton is great company
singing sad sobriety
of one too many anecdotes.

Grief sings out the sixteenth note
and I am silenced by the weight
of memories I'd thought remote:

extra ordinary days...

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Since I have regaled you all so many times with stories of my misadventures, I thought I'd share a quiet day with you all. And a wink to R.J.-"wruck" is a word. With a *wink* and love to all