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Feb 2020
I sit,
      Watch it go up
       In a cigarette haze,
Dreaming of pools
And tan women,
A beer raised
       In the sunset,
Wondering
            How far
              Can it go?
How far
         Have I come?
How far
       Has it gone?
I must be silent,
                     A cat
Licking it's paws,
                   Patient,
Watching from the dimness,
                     Waiting
On the mouse,
             The woman,
                    The word.
A sleek cat
        Sliding across
                    The sun.
The breeze
            And the beer
                The breeze
  Across
        My arms,
            My legs,
               My toes.
The cat returns
            To his quarters
                 Purring,
                  Waiting,
On the mouse,
         The woman,
               The word.
Meow.
Written by
TJ Struska
38
   jordan
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