Reggie watches me exercising
in my glider-chair, wondering: Why?
I stand up w/out using the arm-rests,
walk to the keyboard, write & edit this,
breathing deeply as Ravel’s piano
swells behind me on TV.
What could be easier? Doing nothing.
Reggie curls up nearby on my desk,
closing his eyes. Ravel ends, begins again.
(23 JUL 11, Santa Clara CA) v3
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