She rocked back
trusting the chair
leaning
far back
and far away
deep into forests
where light and shadow
play
spinning yarn
spun forth
through her fingers
spinning time
through her mind
the crescent cut of wood
at the base of her rocker
cut right into tabby cat's
tail
outside god
cast water into stone
hail
electric cat nails
dug into hardwood floors
nine inches
deep down
where termites sleep
the yarn
began to spin
backwards now
wrapping itself around her
she was lost
in thought
trusting the chair
the spirit of her
long gone lover
conducted the scene
the yarn
the rocking
the chair
the cat
the nine inch
nails
and now steamrolling out
on the flat hardwood floors
a band of notorious garden
snails
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