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No telling what time it was
As he woke in darkness with
The sleeping cat’s warmth,
A gift from God, on the back
Of his neck and, weeping,
He willed himself to perfect
Stillness lest the cat leave.
But wait. Here was a thought,
Here was another possibility:
He was dead and, willfulness
Be damned, could no more
Stir himself than trisect an angle!
Yes, that might be it --
And this was paradise!
from the archive; first posted June 23, 2014
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
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