Timed
out of order
not
flying, walking,
uncrossing a border

a bit like crossing but coming before I went.

It's always that time when there's no
time at all,
always.

Outside
the ****'s still crowing
(Its body clock out of sync')
and the cat thinks, one fine day,
well
It's one finer day today and another
day that the cat won't get its way
and that's always the way.

Time to leave.

Few if any and we are certainly
the fewer of many who have gone
on before
happier I've seen
much happier I've been

I close the door
silently.