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Mornings, my wife calls me to the lanai. She savors her coffee and orchids, reads to me the Holy Word. I play with the cats until she stops mid-sentence to glare at me. Honeygirl nips my calf as she snakes around my leg, mewing, eyes barely open like doors ajar to paradise. My wife reads again. I sneak a hand below my chair. The chugging fur train circumambulates its god.
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‚Persimmon‛ by E.A. Hanninen, 2011
On the Lanai with God