Reggie, Ravel
Reggie watches me exercising
in my glider-chair, wondering: Why? as
suddenly, I stand up w/out the arm-rests,
walk to the keyboard, write & edit this,
breathing deeply as Ravel’s piano concerto
swells behind me on [{TV}].
What could be easier? Maybe doing nothing.
Reggie curls up nearby on my desk,
closing his eyes. Ravel ends, begins again.
(21 JUL 11, Santa Clara CA) v3
