Cat Nap

Change of sheets
to ivory silk, color of cream
or buttermilk.  Creme
Fraiche to mesh
in golden shine from
open blind.  She's across
the bed to bask, to bask, 
like a cat who knows
and shows the way, a spot
for the poet to store in
winter light, to toast in,
the bed, her host 
in image clear, memory 
dear, her cat C. Chan 
curled by winter window 
for winter sun, its 
chill undone.

imagerhyme

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