Friday, October 23, 2015


The white cats are my emissaries.
Broken pieces of the distant moon
Fallen from the great full moon
They have come to me
          and I have sent them
          on to you.

The white cats are my friends
They will bring you bone and blood –
          pieces of the night
They will prowl the chambers of your memory
          and smother memories of me
They will tell me when you sleep.

The white cats are my locksmiths
They will open all the doors –
          except the final door
          to which I have the key.

The white cats are my scouts
They will lead me safely to your house

I will find my own way to your heart.

Santa Fe, NM

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