Poems August Running

Cat Shine

cat shine
bright his
bright-colored hair
walks home soon
bright hi
springs a new buds lime leaf
start the year again
one year ago already
acorn in april
was it eliot, pound
class starting without
a roof
                         
thirty years
his writing time
of night
time of day
said the originals at evening
talk at a table
an hour or two
evenings with a friend
and talk two am gone