Sunday Poem


We love our cat

for her self

regard is assiduous

and bland,

for she sits in the small

patch of sun on our rug

and licks her claws

from all angles

and it is far


to “balanced reporting”

though, of course,

it is also

the very same thing.

by Rae Armantrout

from Beard of Bees, #15, Chicago, June 2004