The Bell-Wether Edge & the Playthings of a Feline Afternoon

We shared a green vitality
in entrance;

in myself,
a desire for your tresses

to fall into view
and make my life
more like yours.


Life interceded in dream via
accumulated choice
and left my charge in unsure state:

the still-green apparent belying
a system’s unsure health,

paper-thin,

which makes your frailty
seem to me
like a promise

I have failed to keep.