Everyday
after the click of the dead bolt
sliding into place
and the hum of the morning air
he passed by
the neighbor's cat,
basking in the window,
interrupting the utilitarian
window shades.
It was a black cat,
always staring into something else
and he wasn't sure which
he hated more,
the bad luck
or being ignored.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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