SKIRTAN

You iron the pleats
Of a linen skirt
Spray on starch
For the scent is reassuring  
 
tap tap tap
 
And there are shelves of love
And love on the floor
Stacked up in stories
Without foundation
So the cat that passes
Wobbles them
 
tap tap tap the cat on the pane
 
And inside one book
Inside the cover
A lover's name and yours
And a date
 
tap tap blinds on window frame
 
There are two cups
The second empty
Is there a name for useful things
No longer in use
 
tap tap who blows the wind
 
A stranger
Feed him love him
Like your cat
Give him pet names
And he will fill your cup
 
tapping an ocean