Saturday Morning
The cat, an irritating beast, is napping in the early sun.
The house guest hopes to follow suit. The rush to get
The kids to school, which ate away the past two mornings,
Doesn't loom. It's Saturday. The clouds have gone. It
Won't be raining. Warmth arrives as time, at last, permits
The guest to share the fate of that annoying cat.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2025-06-07 at 17:17
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