Into the raw dark
I cast my thoughts
Happiness was just there
Skittering briefly through neural pathways
Like mercury without the poison
I would grasp it and work it into the defiant fur
Of my favorite cat
Then in the back of my mind
I bank the glowing embers of a warm contentment
Knowing that even in the land of endless summer
Storms will come
And she will blink, my familiar
Silver balls lit with moonlight drop once again into my hands
We will leave this home office and dance to the tunes only we hear
Spinning out the fear
Into the raw dark
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Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at Examiner.com, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.
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