To Nicole, my Cat Rest with those whose troubles gave Delight and life to those who loved them. Your grace was beyond mine. Mine Beyond yours. That’s what lovers are made of. Come back in the night, walk lightly on the ledges. Cry forever over your needs. Scratch the best furniture of Heaven. After supper Curl purring on the laps of the gods. Intercede with them when we need to learn About giving and taking, about being less human. Note #1: George Kearns, a poet, literary critic, and scholar, was the beloved colleague of several of us who...Read More
Author: George Kearns
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