the cat laid out flat

joining the dark to the fire 

embers of a dream

the cat is watching

the long low morning leaving

tomorrow another

the sun creeps across

in shadows of the leaving

transient bird

a long day of rain 

gales every which and way

the cat sleeps and sleeps

the leaf street sweeper

ignores the insisting wind

the stones stay silent 

cat whiskered sunshine

staring at the wren that has 

already flown

love at first dance

the power of pheromones

time indifferent

Bukowski dying

He wrote it all down for me

I wrote this for him

The rain is bouncing

Sea me see I am the sea

Tides turn and tides turn

eagles spy sparrows

sparrows spy eagles sky high

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escalating screams

escalating screams

hanging down up on the wind

the gulls' tears cascade

When you lose your voice,

where do the lost voices go?

Where? Speak up, speak up!