Resquiescat by A.E. Stallings You were always where we didn’t want you, curled In the basket of clean laundry, shedding hair, Or braiding through my ankles in the kitchen, Or on the topmost stair. You were easy not to notice, brown and grey With flickering stripes, invisible when you posed As sleep itself snug in a dappled shadow With your green lamps closed. Overlooked obstacle, we nearly trod On you a thousand times. Now you stay put Beneath the sparse hibiscus in the garden Forever underfoot.
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