at my hip the cat purrs, paws curled, fur like velvet
the stairs need another coat of paint
I forget to check for ticks before my shower
rain today, every other day rain
my dresser & clothes smell of mold
roar & swish of passing cars & trucks
distant train horn, not the Vermonter, too early
click, click, a bird, barely heard
underneath all the sizzle & hiss of the stream
last year dry from May to September
time passes, I paint the stairs
while the door stands open to allow me
to paint the bottom steps
not a single cat runs up them
noisy sun, quiet clouds
quieter rock piles hide in the wildflowers
how might rocks & flowers play together?
of course when I open the staircase door
barely an hour after I finish painting
to look at the pale green stairs
one cat runs up, so I run up to grab the cat
our footprints now part of history
the rocks & flowers play outdoors
without my interference
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