the newest member of my life
is a little mundane orange kitten
one has to look close for her
uniqueness. i love her because
she does not know yet good -
bye or good day or any of those constraints
older cats know. my calico in all her perfection
sulks in goodbyes - she has known way too
many in her life. perhaps i am her fourth owner
only she knows truth. her longing for permanency
makes me love her even more than she will ever
know - for every goodbye i give her at the start
of the day - for she, like all good pets and women,
understands goodbye
