Day 320 – save, his fragrance

Sunday, July 17, 2011
Day 320
4:17 pm; 8:26 pm

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save, his fragrance

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It can be a wicked venture to love
a cat with the strapping scent of
earth and musk,

To watch a small but mighty soul
through an expeditious lens,

To witness the arc of wind, a lifetime
with the wingspan of an
hourglass

I rifle through old, tiny brown glass
bottles I keep underneath my sink

Unscrewed caps release vanilla,
patchouli, bergamot, essences of
past lives

None so sweet, though, as the comfort
planted at the root of Kitti’s skin,

Where I spent many a year with my
nose attached to noting the best spots
to nuzzle into

To find no evidence of such earthiness
in any corner of any room or patch
of carpet,

To have no way of capturing our
history upon our last goodbye,

Is to watch unforgiving bottles of
time emptying themselves of my memory

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tkk

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