IN THE OPEN

A blacker cat walked the block 

on the far side

It’s tail tall and straight

A periscope

Peering above 

it’s quick-fluid glide

a Flicker whips the air

Head swivels

nerves twitch

Out - in - the - open

Is not its

favorite

place

Alley cats are just that way

Give them a long, dark, dirty canyon

Any day

And the rats?

Upon which they prey?

You don’t see them

on the sidewalks

Comin' out to play

And a cat's gotta

Go with the rats

Deeper thoughts 

run down 

my dark alley

   They run away

  Like it or not

      They just run away

And I can’t call

because

I got no say,

Anyway
...and besides,

Out - in - the - open

Is not my

favorite

place

too

 V

THE FLASH FINI

Here’s what I know. It’s 8 o’clock and it’s Tuesday.

The sun is just about to set…three, two…one….flash….gone.

It must be…what?…August?…June?…that’s why we had almanacs. I sense it’s warm, as I grow cold.

I’ll tell you something else. Do not adulate my passing. Get a wooden boat – used and cheap, because you might decide to light the torch, and do so with my permission, if you need it, (and I suspect you won't). Then, set us afloat in no particular direction, and with no great excesses.

What would you call it? 
...'A flaming Viking funeral' ? 
I don’t know.
but, I'm curious

Set me adrift and

Then sit on the beach

and drink me

bon voyage

you'll all be 
entertaining me

if you sat 
loudly 
defaming me

with your

foul mouthed

declarations

Brilliance is

as long as it is…

a flash is just a flash,,,

it IS,

     yet, it is gone

in the same moment…

as the same flash

happens elsewhere
...and so on.

We can only aspire

To be that glint
for eternity
but that would depend 
on one's perspective
and we can't 
be everywhere 
at once...
             or 
                    can 
      we ?

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