Slow Day
Nothing I thought was very big today.
Just how the heat wears through us so
quickly; also, that someone needs to
pick up their shoes and put them where
they belong, even shoes have places
to belong; and to de-claw a cat may be
cruel, but tell that to the furniture, tell
that to the version of me who will one
day hate the ripped upholstery and have
to buy new furniture, and paint, and
probably re-carpet, and the day will
likely be hot that day; and everyone,
really, has lovely eyes that sparkle. All
eyes sparkle- those of daughters, and
cats, and carpet installers. I have eyes
that sparkle; and that everyone can read
a poet's mind; and given time in a quiet
room, thinking becomes tethered dreaming.
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