He sat
unequivocally
on a chair
like an old companion
With a soft paw
to his feet
Well
A reflex
retreated into uniformity
of my liking
Visible
to my closed eyes
not
long after his vanishing
did I realise
He was me
A dandy
that drew me closer to him
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there are few things that we can’t live without… and he could just be one of those… a warmth to keep close, in a trust without doubts (Y)
Learning about the value of things when we have them is crucial 🙂
A pithy insightful work that bears the author’s trademark inimitable quirkiness.
A portrait painted with deft strokes.Interesting imagery.