mid-afternoon to-do list
suddenly bursts into
waiting on the highest porch and falling down at the slightest sound
made by cars laughing at “yield” signs and most things resembling them.
stay a while
and console yourself
counting hangnails on long thumbs.
the lonely man at the corner reminds us everyday that five is a lie
and fourths make up the most filling portions of award-winning pies.
one nose, single brain
tracking the last dime
with no light criticisms.
Cat No. 80 of the 500 Cats Project