July 7, 2007
As I stood at the kitchen window on a very warm night,
I felt and saw the cotton curtain rise in a cooling billow,
although the window was shut and couldnít draw in a breeze.
Just then, our white cat Lolly appeared at the curtainís edge.
She flowed from the sill to the counter and down to the floor.
It was not an airy breeze, but a Lolly breeze,
that had billowed the curtain and cooled my face.