The Cats Will Know
Rain will fall againon your smooth pavement,a light rain likea breath or a step.The breeze and the dawnwill flourish againwhen you return,as if beneath your step.Between flowers and sillsthe cats will know.There will be other days,there will be other voices.You will smile alone.The cats will know.You will hear wordsold and spent and uselesslike costumes left overfrom yesterday’s parties.You too will make gestures.You’ll answer with words—face of springtime,you too will make gestures.The cats will know,face of springtime;and the light rainand the hyacinth dawnthat wrench the heart of himwho hopes no more for you—they are the sad smileyou smile by yourself.There will be other days,other voices and renewals.Face of springtime,we will suffer at daybreak
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