Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Predawn Findings


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At the bus stop
there's a white cat
on watch
next to a whiskey bottle,

sitting
tail curled round
white front paws,

black hunter-eyes
reflecting the bright
oncoming headlights

beyond the cat
and over

that hump
near the road

lies a man
with no shirt

flat on his back
snoring

one 

thick hairy hand
on his chest

rising and falling

softly

a kind of
lullaby.


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