yesterday the blue heron came
to tell me you were on your way
snapper was pointing a quail
and you were honoring her point
I am sitting on your cabin porch steps
as we did so often
so alone without you
but today is the day
still yours in every way
the cats are still circling your porch
they don't know yet you are gone
sometimes I can't stand today
I can always find you
in yesterday
Sunday, March 13, 2011
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