The Friendship

Submerged in subconscious streams
[Heartaches, old memories, re-reruns…]
Why can’t I remember my dreams [?]
Meow. Meow. Meow. The cat calls.

Healing the heart, revealing the sun,
reaching dry land, the old woman smiles
as the cat breaks down stone walls —
Touching feline fur IS meditation.

(The old woman’s wrinkles reveal her miles.)
She feels better when she pets her cat —
nightmares diminish, shadows cessation
purring, rubbing, “head-butt” friendship.
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