A SUMMER EVENING

A summer evening
at home.
Green on a windowsill
of wet geraniums,
boxwood cats crawl
on linen closets
now cover a bed
and bare furniture,
a cat continues
to soften her food
backing away from
the iron and scrabble boards
my words falter
on my computer
as a kitchen's address book
falls into the sink,
the blossoms of geranium
are ready to be replanted
for a suited rock garden
and I'm stricken
with a poem.