Silvery grey feline, in truck,
Watching me walk into coffee
Shop, to stand in that
Line. What if it wanted to talk
with me, the me that reads
this day–
Lenses fogged. That’s because it is Saturday
but isn’t.
Not changing traffic. It’s just rushing avalanche
Stands. Typical. Too
much speaking, ordering,
everyone just. be. quiet.
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