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In Bed
On top of wool blankets, scratch
of two sets of pages turning,
the cat’s tongue over her fur
and the backs of our hands
over the hum of the dishwasher,
whirr as the furnace comes on.
On top of wool blankets, scratch
of two sets of pages turning,
the cat’s tongue over her fur
and the backs of our hands
over the hum of the dishwasher,
whirr as the furnace comes on.
I just read through maybe half of your poems and really enjoyed the rich images!
Cork
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