old cat and shamrock
sleep both folded inward
sharing the warm radiator
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old cat and shamrock
sleep both folded inward
sharing the warm radiator
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
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I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment
Puff Of Smoke Poems 
I can’t help it, I have to know – who is Shamrock?
Shamrock is, in fact, a shamrock–the image in my head was of a shamrock at night, leaves like an umbrella folded closed, which I always think of as the plant being asleep. In this case, I was picturing a sleeping cat, curled up , and a sleeping shamrock. But clearly I didn’t describe it well–too funny!