achievement

by Ross Belot

all morning we have had

rain so i have been inside

dealing with small things

the phone tells there are

flood warnings in Milwaukee

that is a long day drive

from here the place you

and i searched for graves

the place with its own

beer and food i liked that

my white cat naps beside

me on the beige couch he

has been dying and not

dying for months now today

he is not oh little boy i say

to him as he wakes stretches

old cat eyes shine green

half there the insurance co

leaves a message that is

urgent but impossible to

return small things some-

times crumble like christmas

wishes it is spring rain stops

but is promised to come

again why would you want

to do anything else i ask

i do not i answer sitting in

this end of an ending feels

frothy writing this poem with

a cup of tea the one from the

other day you started for me