Three Short Poems - August 12th

1.
I watch a cat skulk through the night
over a box
black
barely seeing but green eyes
blinking slowly. barely touching
the ground.
What would you do
if it were me?
the shifting light from gray to
purple to day. What would you then do?
Appearing. under the door.
As if on a stage. Not always tears.

2.
Your gray whiskers
forced whispers
held onto my wrist
your bony fingers
like strumming a string
on a guitar
my blood rushing
your skin flushed
stroking your cheek for
a moment I thought you stopped
breathing
but it was just me.

3.
she called out the night to him.
Escaping. Through
fog and rain.
and then the summer sky.
There was the moon. now.
and periods and commas.
Song.
The one bird was singing alone
as if in a vast church
the Madonna watching
and listening.
and then it came.
death too quickly.
riding away on a
rickety ole bike,
chain falling.