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For Jeff
Cold cat, fire miles away,
A vixen caught, fit-full,
In an Alpine; amber
With sun's citrus mattress
Ultimating waiting
To light noon's empty doorway,
Morning's present to night.
Holding true to future's bonds,
Life's portal mixed with care's labours.
(c) Poetic Pete
2002