yoga and poetry before laundry

Yoga And Poetry Before Laundry

how did she know

to come in from the gray 

looking like an orchid

and carrying a basket full of

purple mirth?

she told me I had an eye in the back of my head

i realized later how cool it was to have just one

i mean, no one ever says, “she’s got an eye in the back of her head.”

a violet light pulses gently 

breathing the future

while behind, a blue net waits quietly 

to catch the past

cats do not just like yoga

they are yogi

in continual asana

isn’t everything?

even

this

po

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m

?