LOVE IN A PAPER CUP:
Photographs of hands singing, not talking. Morning drifters,
fists concealed in pockets. Famous faces left in beds.
Trains caught, messages sent, received, wallets opened.
Radiant faces with moving mouths, words, language, sound.
Sing-song greetings say the names of strangers, get random,
thank everyone.
Time comes to an end, was it good for you? Was it fast, free,
Beautiful? Did it hold your hand in fur boots, sit behind glass
watching the world? Did it walk in slow & leave running?
Did it splash the cash, looking around to check who was watching?
Did it start every day with good news, ink on it’s fingers,
punctuating history with headlines.
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Touch
Not
The
Cat
But
A
Glove*
Aww…that looks like my old cat Thelma! 😺….now in The Happy Hunting Ground in the sky 😊
❤️😻❤️ I have two Russian Blue cats
…or is it a Brittish Shorthair on the pic?
I’m melting here. That is one happy cat.
Dreaming dreamies, rahr. Magnificent fellow