the city

loitering by, cameras and straws.

never have I seen
a roll of film
so shiny
as caps
on coffee bottles
that would be fought over
if only we shared
a better map.

you shake your umbrella
while I nap wet
and tired
from hearing
their lives disappearing
at the bottom
of wish-lists
this muggy eve.

staring ahead, stoplights gone.

Cat No. 41 of the 500 Cats Project

the former

there were terms once in our parlance.
wits,
thoughts,
and postulations
drafted on faded
paper used
for etching
floor plans
as handstands
on the roof
make headlines
while youths sit still.

hummingbirds
prattle,
the unchecked elite.

wood panels
fall,
inward sighs.

*Cat No. 35 of the 500 Cats Project