Nervously shifting
position—right knee atop left thigh, both feet pressed to the hardwoods ever
lineated alibi, left sole in clear view to anyone entering from stage right
Towering clouds of
charcoal tinted doubt strain in search of breathable space, dusting the passing
terrain with an acceptable case for the brutality of an asthmatic too earnestly
dismissed as having been too eagerly indulgent upon those panting displays of
breath
Tangerine florets
linger the walls above
Heavy feet scamper in
now apparent direction
Leaving scuffmarks
those below can feel, no matter
The sensitivity of
that particularly unwashed face
Amass and hoard, we
consume sparingly
Yet hold onto every
shred, when it would have been too easily
Permissive to share,
even an ounce of overage—One would have to
wonder, if such generosity could exist, and if so, than what undiscovered
aspects of the home might show.
If then, how?
Towering clouds of charcoal tinted doubt strain in search of breathable space...nice...i like the way you describe that and play it our fred...and feel it a bit here lately as well...ha on the cat...she is cute...and well mannered to sit there through that...
ReplyDeletehaha she didn't care what you were doing, she just wanted the attention now, damn it! haha Always has to be on their time no matter what. Great descrptive and image filled write too.
ReplyDeletewhat a cute cat..and love the imagery you use here...space to breathe...always a theme on my shore..
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