Ars Specifica by Connie Jordan Green

When silence moves
on her little cat feet
through the absences
in your house, offer
her a bed, preferably
where sunlight patches
the room, moves
in its own quiet pattern
down the wall and onto
the braided rug, the one
an elderly aunt created
in her own solitary life,
her nimble fingers stiffening
with the years. Serve
your visitor tea and blue-
berry muffins, the first
rich with the cream
she prefers, and even if
she refuses the muffins,
notice how the berries
stain your hands when
you clear away the dishes,
a blue map you will study
for days to come.

From: http://www.stilljournal.net/connie-green-poetry2022.php

Date: 2022

By: Connie Jordan Green (1938- )

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