Sense Of The Other Side

Back home at last After seeing my mother Lowered into frozen earth, I couldn't find sleep With wine or even pills, When our calico, as if Called, came to the sofa And did something Never repeated since —

One soft foot at a time, She climbed on my chest,

Looked through the blank Lid of my face, made The faintest cry, then Curled over my heart And slept, so that I could, For three nights in a row — Visitations like belief, Unreal, against all odds.

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