the color of the sun
floating in a tidepool.
are we the only animals
that think about our brains?
i doubt it.
i was making a note
about stroking mister in the water
and how soft and radiant his fur
almost like amber, a soft electricity
flowing in my hand
mm said you are a workaholic
i laughed
it doesn't seem like work
it's continuous
it seems like play
serious play
then i recalled i forgot to note
a young girl on a yoga mat
on the platform vacated
by the yogatrump
and she may have been
a little apprehensive
as mister had moved to the other
side of the sea wall
and generally i think
he makes me less ominous
and i understand how a man
could be ominous
to a girl alone and not a hater
practicing yoga
so i smiled and thought
about it later
and now can say
i'm glad you are here,
yogagirl, and you seem
so much nicer than the yogatrump
and i can have an inward laugh
at the image of trump
all twisted up into a gorgon knot
from which he can't for all his power
free himself.
you never know where the day
the soul working day
is gonna go.
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