sunlight waits
at the base of a main street front door
a reverse shadow cat in the glass
no need for an owner
i know that if i write more
i will break this
will become the red-dyed hair
on the girl carrying her dog
for a walk
look at me
here is what i am doing
attention to the mechanical
a gear turns
pencil sharpened
words said aloud
allowed to rest/ carried on my tongue
until paper
sherbet ice milk cream vanishing
a cool sweet puddle
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