cats walk with clarity and
precision
around the small, fenced-in
deck
preventing them from rogue
behavior;
silence is altered by the
sounds of
butterflies winging overhead,
hovering
as if unable to determine the
cat's nature;
nude, angelic creatures float
by, pushed by
an unseen, silent current
inside an ocean of air,
smiling, as they move
effortlessly overhead;
dark clouds bring the rains,
washing away
my imaginations, leaving me
with a
clear but empty mind from
which I must
no doubt attempt to build
again.
10jul13
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