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Constancy |
as breezes sway the palm leaves,
i sit with a cup of tea in my hand
and a cat by my side
my mind drifts back to
other cats,
other places,
other cups of tea,
and other people
i, with friends,
gathered to discuss our felines,
our loves or lack of them,
and the state of our affairs
in a world which, at the time,
appeared steadier
maybe three thousand miles
wasn’t such a long way then
now it feels like twice the distance
to the moon
people who were once
in my life, are gone,
whether the friendship ran its course
or they passed from this earth
when i watch those who walk
by through my window, life
appears so different
people talk to each other less intimately,
only a greeting tossed out
that often means little,
or may not even be heard
still, the cups of tea have become
cups of coffee and the cat
lays by my side
and the conversations with friends
are not done face to face
when i think on these things
i wonder if there is any
constancy upon which i can
base my life
copyright 2019
Michelle
Angelini |
