The window sits
crooked in its frame
the cat arrives
late for breakfast
one eye on the lost angel
sleeping in my bed
I try to be silent
careful, still dropping
how he crashed
this miracle, this mystery
keeping me up late
giving me turn after turn
like a key he keeps trying
in heaven’s locked door
I wash the dishes
with a crooked smile
the cat keeps watch
and the angel still lies
sleeping in my bed.
***This poem was published in the April 2016 Waterways Poetry Journal!
crooked in its frame
the cat arrives
late for breakfast
one eye on the lost angel
sleeping in my bed
I try to be silent
careful, still dropping
how he crashed
this miracle, this mystery
keeping me up late
giving me turn after turn
like a key he keeps trying
in heaven’s locked door
I wash the dishes
with a crooked smile
the cat keeps watch
and the angel still lies
sleeping in my bed.
***This poem was published in the April 2016 Waterways Poetry Journal!
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