shadow cast on a wide
street
connecting two
places that
may never meet,
a tiger
striped house cat
wandering
around the front
around the
front yard
looking for
a friend
to play and
what do any
of us know
about the sound
of silence
broken by a
hungry dog
howling louder than
that
northern wind as
daylight’s
eyes drift off from
the west…
get lost in
the grain
of a piece
of wood,
keeping me
from a fall
some twenty
feet down
to a well
groomed lawn
complete
with flowers,
flags and
shrubs
parted
black in the middle
of my mind
where all
thoughts go
and where confusion
causes
dents warping what was
originally
there…
white chips
scattered as
the weather
wears on
the heads
of men walking
running off
spent
aggression
welling up
and down to
the corner
selling
caps filled with knowledge
of how the
wind changes direction
without any
warning
those who
follow the road
and you
will find me and the ink
will barely
be dry…
