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Poem for Friday and Coping Cats

Musical and Motoring Cycles
By Pattiann Rogers

Both have circles that span the globe,
a certain clockwork movement that spins
the countryside. They hold this in common
with each other and the stars.

Like roads, neither can exist without motion,
the interchanges of mingling tones and time,
whether traveling through the purple/auburn trills
and dirges of failing autumn plains or in the sudden
flights and treble falls of canyon landscapes.
I can hear the scores of broken rock runs rising
and descending in the distance.

Who will say that the swelling and flickering
lights of city streets, the harrow of grate
steam rising, the flash of chrome, cymbal
or brass, witnessed as one rolls along,
that these have neither cadence nor coda?

And who will claim that chords and cadenzas
do not possess travel with their many wheels
turning inside their own branching sequences
of light, those measures resembling in resonance
the shadows of winter sycamores and oaks lining
the way, imitating in form the rumble rhythm
of a bridge, its open steel beams crossing over
and past one another, as perfect in their timing
as partners in a dance?

Does the pace of our motoring, the pressures
of swelling and waning momentum, make
the music of our travel? Or does music create
the motif we hear repeated in a ritual forest
of pines sedately lining our way, in the wheezing
and widening harmonic net of birds wheeling
to escape, tall seeded grasses showing their white
sun-sides in unison blown by the rush of the passing?

Once, traveling the edge of coastal cliffs,
I heard in meter the theme of the earth
and ocean wars I saw waging below.

Although we allow our musical and motoring
creations to carry us, we can rarely distinguish
within their cycles which destination
is a beginning, which beginning a finale.


I had a nice Thursday even though my house is still in a state of chaos and we only have half a kitchen floor, plus on Friday we have to empty the refrigerator so we can move it and get the floor replaced under it. My bathroom, at least, is finished and as clean as it has been in a decade! The cats are still beside themselves and Daisy threw up three times in the past two days, though they were calmer tonight and three of them crashed in my room for a while (niece let Cinnamon hang out with her, which made Cinnamon so happy). Plus we saw all of the France-Germany game, which ended a lot better than the Nats-Mets game!

The final photo above was taken by Katniss and Effie's foster mom to show off the seven kittens she is currently fostering, so if you are anywhere in the greater DC-Baltimore area and looking for an adorable kitten, please contact me! The news continues to suck. I mostly finished my review of "Real Life" (spoiler: still awful). Maddy and I went out to dinner at Cheesecake Factory with Angela and Carrie, a good friend of hers who also has a niece who recently moved in with her; the girls are both lovely and it was great getting to see Angela twice in one week. Tomorrow Maddy is going out with Christine and I have more chores!

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