on days off i prowl
the neighborhood wondering
how some men i pass
perched on broken chairs
sit and stare at the street
all day long, like cats
with lives to spare,
looking like they haven’t
a care in the world. that i don’t
imagine they might have worries
tells you where my head is at.
maybe i am the lucky cat.
1 comment:
This is awesome! Encore! (No pressure)
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