seeing my thoughts
not the grass
sitting
the cat going under my legs
a tunnel
the floaters in my eyes swirl
turning to look at the cat
cat, tasting something under a porchrail, shakes its head
the mouth of the hose is dry
the ground below still wet
watering can on its side in the grass
gathering spider webs
a white calla lily
its neighbors curling into fists
yup, cat loves my lap when it's his choice
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