You’re
too young to remember the rather felinish
Attitude
I once leveled at the world but I was
Younger
then too and exceptionally catnipish
Brass
buffed brigadiers could not ruffle the feathers
Perpetually
protruding from my lips like frisky whiskers
Back
then I shrugged off all assaults to my impish
Indeed
my imperially mischievous independence
Me
so casual with borrowed style me so haute
Watch
out I'd purr in a lover’s ear I bite Meow!
But
that was all so many years ago and now
I’m
only an aging mutt who smuggles this brick
Of
words across what border? These days
what
Preoccupies
me are the slender letters the vowels
And
the consonants the sound of absent flowers
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