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To face the hardship of an hour
The cat was repurposed as a flower;
Smaller and still but for a breeze,
Turning green to gentian with solemn ease.
Petalled claws and whiskered bee
In a vapor were all I could see
For a moment which became an hour
Till the cat reemerged from a flower!

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You could smoke about the parking lot,
And in unexpected marbled places:
A silver ashtray on a column
In a terrace corner.
In the interval was the sea,
The revelers in the palmy sun,
The birds walking about the lobby.
The scent of gin and lime.