the evening is a gift or a puzzle we try to figure out by tickling the cat writing love letters to the sun the morning has gone stale in a beer can the cat sleeps on the bed no concern for the living room curtains all the light will have gone by december only the […]
Breakfast egg, half-lopped & scalped, the morning gold of yolk on white. Early sun on eastern walls, dancing crystal golden light. Dusty-gold of patient books, unread on shelves, leaning or straight. In dusk, apartment faces gleam – windows high on winter’s night. Yellow cat’s eyes glitter late – curious slits of golden sight.