Poetry, youare my curse,always therelike a scrawnycat outsidemy doorfollowing mycomings and goingswith wide, sad eyes,waiting for a pat,a word, or a randomcup of milk,anything acknowledgingyour persistent presence.I have littletime for uselessbeasts, no matterhow pathetic. Stillyou wait, with the patienceof all felines,for me to come outone morning and bringyou in from the cold,to feed you fishand give you a placein my lap. Why doI neglect you?Because I knowwhen all else is gone,you will still be there,oh, space betweenall words,oh, soul of my soul.
Oh, that is SO right!!!jane