a fat cat warms bare legs
thoughts meander around like floating dust particles
and my eyes gaze on what they've already seen...
mornings reveal curiosities of the day
before all unfinished tasks poorly planned
when the day moves like the setting sun;
characteristics of amnesty enter and leave
the mind just as quickly as before, preventing
a build-up of animosity towards the unkniown...
piles of mental debris sit on the side
like dirt piled up from a recent gravesite that
has not yet been filled in with the trash
of all the foolish ideas it represents... as if,
it were passing the buck from one parent to another;
encouragement is never offered or required
or deemed necessary in advance when
couples sit on opposite side of the table
while deciding the fate of their past... that now
seems so out-of-touch with what life
has currently made of them both...
souls without a future... drifting like dust
in an empty home of compassion where
empathy exists only for the unwanted cats;
silent sanctions live north of the unfinished
border wall that separates fantasy from fact
and the fiction that is subsequently written relies
on the unfinished words and phrases that constantly
pass between them and their unfinished house.
17 Octiober 2021
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