The Show–part 1

When Tock the cat came to visit, she made me do mean things. Mama said to ignore Tock, that she wasn’t real, just in my head. But how could I ignore something ten feet tall and purple all over that yelled at me to hit things?

And really, I didn’t want to ignore Tock ’cause she was fun to play with. Boy, could she make me laugh. She made Minute Hand and Second Hand, the two rats that lived in the wall behind the cook stove, do all kinds of funny stuff. Like dance on the table while we ate supper. ‘Course, it wasn’t very funny when they tramped through the potato salad. Yuck! Who wants to eat potato salad that rats have tracked in? Not me. And I didn’t want Mama to eat any either, so I pitched the bowl with its squishy yellow footprints out the back door.

And that made Mama mad.  Continue reading

Together

Hushed snowflakes drift down from the night sky
Gently come to rest on the mountaintop
Blanketing its jagged peak in a mantle of white
And sleeps

Silver stars tow the sleepy sun upward
Rising dreamsicle-orange over distant peaks
Warm rays caress the alabaster veil
Flushed fingers probe

Melting pearls trickle down the steep slopes
Find direction in rocky cracks
Aqueous voices gurgle, giggle, gasp
Pour together in a joyous flux

Jumbling and tumbling down the descent
Crystal baubles covetously grab and grasp
Wet lips seek wet lips
Wanting, craving, needing

Spewed forth from the petrous cleft
Droplets cry out as they fall, fall, fall
Coming to blissful rest, entangled
In a glistening pool of spent desire

Together
Again
Joined
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