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Gone is the Calico

 

Gone is the calico sharing my bed,
Warmth next to me right by my head.
Took my heart with her as she crossed the bridge
Only leaving me with a piece so smidge.

Her orange haunts me when I shop at the market.
Black stings me when I wash my car's carpet.
White wipes the picture when I fantasize
My calico's resurrection before the next sunrise.

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Another version of this will appear in the upcoming poetry collection The Lion Eating the Sun.


Photo by Verena Yunita Yapi on Unsplash