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F. Poems of
Laura Stamps , (South Carolina)


DAYBREAK    

by
Laura Stamps
Source:
The Year of the Cat , p. 1  

There is a place 
behind a cat's ear  
as sweet as summer 
jasmine, as soft as  
the satin purse of  
a mink. I rest my  
cheek there often, 
listening to the syrup  
of birdsong twisting  
its silver threads  
through the sky's  
orchid hair, as buds  
of sunrise blossom  
in apricot and  
tangerine, and I  
wonder about the  
flaring water-music  
of the wood thrush  
and how many  
levels of joy my  
body can bear.     
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Copyright belongs to Laura Stamps.
Published with permission from poet.      
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CATS, DAFFODILS, AND DRAGONFLIES  

by
Laura Stamps
Source:
The Year of the Cat , p. 7

My youngest cat yelps  
and darts across the room,  
batting a cotton mouse,  
his tail a swollen dandelion,  
his back arched, hopping  
on the blackberry thistles  
of his toes like a Halloween  
cutout. Tuesday, and I  
pray that the hours might  
slow to a dawdle, for the  
seasons to tarry, for April  
to linger longer than the  
paper lace of daffodils in  
early spring. I am easily  
wayed by natural  
distractions: always the  
flash at the window,  
always the mockingbird  
painting its stroke of gray  
from the oak to the grass,  
always the dragonfly's  
lapis dilly-dally, the wooden  
petals of a sunflower  
windmill clicking among the  
daisies like a wasp tapping  
the glass. These holy  
moments are the diamonds  
and emeralds paving the  
streets of my life. Slowly,  
I pull the day like taffy to  
welcome the whippoorwill's  
gurgle at evensong, to laugh  
at the silly antics of a cat,  
or to converse with a garden 
lizard's verdant splurge:  
this must be the pilgrim's  
path to the heavenly  
city. I'm sure of it.     
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Copyright belongs to Laura Stamps. 
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Hurricane Season

by
Laura Stamps
Source:
The Year of the Cat . p,63

Available in Print ed.
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This poem is nominated Best Poem of Year 2005.


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