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when Lucky met Chase
i.
when Lucky met Chase
they rolled in the hay
it was one of those
where you been! there you are! days
born in the same barn
ii.
me I'm always looking for that
friend
and sometimes believe I've found them
falling in love loosing my heart
she let me believe that she welcomed my courtship
ah with the intimacy of cats and babies.
she was "so cute" "exactly"
and I saw all my life as a tempering
for the butterfly heart
the webbing between the cat's toes
if this is home I'm healed
iii.
when Lucky met Chase
they had their "pronto" moment
they nuzzled they rolled
they there you are corazon
there you are dear
they've met again twice since
they've sniffed and wagged and walked
iv
arriving at her door
I'd wondered each time
what would meet me
is she that good friend of mine
and I dreamt baby knows
and I'd wait at the gate
v
walking my dogs through the
quarry,
the meadow space,
they hunt mice.
the mice sometimes make their nests
near the surface.
the dogs wag their tails enthusiastically
as they pull the nests apart,
and sometimes snack on babies.
then I'll avoid the quarry
for a few weeks.
I'm not heartless.
vi
yeah I'm angry
I feel teased
by promise on promise
I do try to wait on the measure
of my September days
grateful
but I'm bitter
the decades run
I thought she was my Chase
babe
whose going to fill your book
that was the gold ring
grab it
darn
vii
walking the dogs
in the quarry meadow
again waiting her call
one more hello
goodbye
not her dude
her dupe
so I'll leave her with my love
my flowers
and my CDs
viii
I'm back in the quarry
arguing with fate.
my life is little things
and I'm not enjoying
the little things right
Rita my beagle's cuteness
Lucky my blue healer's smile
these things must now suffice
my heart has hardened since
last night.
we've come to hunt the little mice
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