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On our donut island
We sit toe to toe dipping In the cobbled shallows
Knees pulled up to pyramid pleats And lap to lap like cats
We purr together.
My mother and I
So close to the island edge it can’t be true. She is close like ivy.
Her friends are there One mirror-breath apart On the other bank
Squint light and silver shadows break
So close she can reach a flecked hand across And their smiles swept back
Lap at our feet like cats.
On our flowered green spot Busy, Jolly, Silly and us The three cats
Trace the water’s edge To lap with us
And paddle this tiny inland sea With wet socks
And her friends.
November 3, 2015