late evening quandry

5.12 .2017 (4.14)

warmth through the

muscles, a tightness

dancing through

eyelids heavy and



whatever happened

to youth, muscles, stray

thoughts of adventure


instead I stare through

railings at a lamp shade

distanced below and

the green leather chair


while the cat pulls herself

back under the table, rests

her chin on the floor and

breathes placidly



because it is what she does

just live. while I imagine

that I have to do

something more than

just find my next meal

and not let the predators

get me.


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