poem of the day July 11 

I bought

a lifelong 

collection

of porcelain cats

at the flea

A collection that

had been wrapped

waiting in a box 

since 1977

Perhaps when

the old collector died

I kept thinking

of all the years

taken to find 

each kitty as

I opened them

onto my table

and watched

as the cats began

new journeys to 

new homes