Lola 2.

by Leif

So she’s buried now
beneath the bird bath in my friendship garden
(keeping an eye on those nuthatch teases)
I still see her from the corner of my eye
a small twitch of catlike stillness
like she always did
but now not
just me
a small hole in my world
filled in by memory
I guess we become whole
by parts/&
in pieces

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