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 Mar 2014
Geno Cattouse
How do I know that she loves me ?
Well, she said she did.
I know.

She took the time to hear me.
My smallest joy held meaning.
I know. She showed me so.
Her heart.

Was uncluttered.
Even though...battered from before
How she was the way she was only god can know.

She told me she would have to go
The cancer told her so..
But until. Then held me.close.
Until the time to go.

I held her in my arms that night.
And there we parted ways.
She had to go.
She left her love.
Because she told me.so.
 Mar 2014
Geno Cattouse
Effortless it seems like a candy coated dream. I swing and follow through. The bat hums and tingles
as I connect with the sweet spot.

Irresistible force meets compelling momentum. At top of the arc. knocking the bark off it.
Zen. Then back to reality.

The perfect moment. Time in a bottle.
what is your sweet spot. Your metaphysical groove.
Mind over matter. Then transcend.

POETRY. Like hittin the sweet spot.

— The End —