Walk instead the curving round

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When one listens

To cats’ whisperings

One hears their stories of prose!

Sometimes

walking down

The nice lane

Isn’t the right lane

For you.

Walk instead the curving round,

And angry

Lonely curb

May serve you better.

Why did I try

And save a bee

From drowning

Only to get stung?

Now the bee is dead

My hand

Hurts remembering

the stinger.

Giving hot coffee

To a street person

On a cold day

She responding,

“What’s that?”

“Some nice coffee for you, you look like you need some.”

“Didn’t you know caffeine is bad for you.”

You gawk, consider, and chew over …

The wind is alone

Yours to hear unaided.

Like the ringing in your ears

Yours alone to care.

When one listens

To cats’ whisperings

One hears their stories of prose!

Like Persephone

I will hope on my own

And take some time

Walking along

the curving round,

And angry

Lonely curb.

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