#236672 added February 3, 2006 at 5:58am Restrictions: None
Cat On A Porch, Waiting
How slowly they disappear, dry dead leaves,
the stout fingers of an old careful
gardener rake them out of the crabgrass
in the field. In another busier plot where green
gooseberries remain alive, a bunch of
children at play make a diamond
and slide effortlessly to a baseball,
their wagging limbs
tagged by an orange-capped catcher squatting
there
punching his glove
on his haunches, his loose shirt sleeves
flapping in the wind .
For hours they play in the vast dust
No-one calls them to come in, they just
come.
A cat on the front porch, staring, sure of
dinner,is waiting.
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