Matte bricks dusted brownish red 

square the window.

12:55, via 

screaming children 

and noisy traffic.

Dozy feline, side my thigh 

makin’ time; a seaside ride. 

             Pat Pat Pat

The feline fountain’s awry,   

faulty spout, abandoned route

the feline’s alright —— 

     Like sea lions on hot rocks,

old clifftops a time away

             aways fore I’d known a feline,

and brick, 

and beaches of concrete ——

             So blessed be, 

the auburn-haired woman 

who paints a sailboat; 

long gone, but 

the image remains. 

Header by Aidan Piñon