Windblown – a poem by Jen
The title says it all
Finally! Poems about cats on Caturday!
The players have changed, but the show is still the same.
Some people just don’t get it.
A sampling of random thoughts on a Saturday morning.
Everything is now, both the trauma and the healing.
Spring offers hope when little else can.
Man, I have got this dating thing all wrong!
I met a nice man, and he’s introducing me to myself.