Wednesday, April 26, 2006

UNFORCED MARCHES

I MARCH FROM COMFORT TO KITCHEN
KITCHEN TO SOFA, SOFA TO KITCHEN,
KITCHEN TO CHAIR, CHAIR TO OPEN WINDOW,
WINDOW TO PERFECT PERCH ON A CHEST.

I MARCH TO MY CAT REPASTS,
TO CAN OPENER OR MY SERVANT'S CALL,
TO KNIFE CHOPPING, A BEDTIME TREAT
TO A HEAVING CHEST AT REST.

I MARCH AT LAST TO LEGS SUPINE
ON A BED, MARCH NOT IN-BETWEEN
THEM, BUT TO THE SIDE OF HIS HEAD,
TO ENJOY EIGHT HOURS OF PEACE.

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