For Erryn
Imagine a jar of honey with the comb still
Sitting sticking in that golden light
Imagine the sunshine striking the honey:
Shining through
Golden light on table feels like home.
Imagine an orange cat who owns the place
No one can sprawl quite like cat can
Cat's muscles are relaxed,
She drapes herself
Anywhere she pleases and we love her.
Imagine a back yard lit with strings
Of lights that flicker and music underneath
Played by unsteady voices, accompanied
By neighbor on drums
While we drink Elderberry libations.
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