Hard Wood

as my thoughts rise to mediocrity,

or something quiet a bit less,
I think of you there
on the couch 
with your cats.
One in your lap, 
another by your side,
and a third, like a headrest,
saddled across the back of the couch
snoring. 

I think of you there 
in your popcorn crumbed
coffee stained, cat hair veiled
green terrycloth bathrobe with your
remote control in the left pocket.  A lighter
smokes, and an almost empty plastic
box of tic-tacs spilling into the right 
kept there just in case someone 
should arrive at the door or  
drop by.

So, I think of you there, love, 
watching The Price Is Right.
Drew Carey with his schtick and mike,
and you there shouting- "No! No, stupid! 
It's one-fifty-nine!  It's one fifty-nine!"
but sadly the TV guest doesn't 
hear you as the cat on sofa's back 
lumbers down and pees on the floor
sniffs it, then diligently scratches
hard wood.

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