The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for September 2001
my cat
resting on a wicker
rocker
in the distance
of
receeding
asymmetric
doorways
gazing back
at me
through
a
tunnel of
time
as the rooms
between
us
darken
the windows
behind
us
brighten
in what’s
left of
twilight
the dead
on the deck
playing into
the night