Throwback Thursday: Fall (a poem from 1990?)

My beloved 1st cat, Einstein.
My beloved 1st cat, Einstein.

I pause and straighten my tired back.
The leaves rustle as the rake falls and I make my way
Through the red and orange stacks to my cat, Einstein,
Who rolls in the late sun on the pavement with such abandonment.
I envy him.
He breathes in the air, then pounces on a pile
Of imaginary mice.
I watch him, seeing life in this temporary death.
Icicle fingers of the wind caress my cheeks, and I pull my jacket closer.
Scooping up my cat, who smells of fresh dirt, I hold him close
And walk inside to the warmth of my family.
I am home.

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