When all this is Over

When all this is over

I’ll sit in the sun like the grey cat

and eat toast, dripping with butter

from that white china plate with a

deep pink print of cherry trees and water and two friends

(if I don’t drop it between now and then)

I’ll watch the fish flash through the fountain

as if they were swimming upstream

and I’ll ask you to visit

and see all you left behind.


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