Contemplation on a Cat

Like the black ooze of tar spilled across
The ground or like molasses seeping through
a recipe or like a shadow's form
Framed behind the lump where light has tossed
Its silhouette against the wall, a shoe
sliding on a foot, a quiet storm

Building in the west and blowing in,
A lump of algae ushered in from sea
To rest on the sand, a tired unshaved face
Rolling over on a pillow, tin
Scorched in fire till it crumples, a tree
Growing from an oriental vase.

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