~JONATHAN ALEXANDER~

ITS OWN MUSIC...

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By the open window,
the cat insistently bitching:

He can smell the decay,
the descents of time.

It is almost over, but
the life of the mind has just

begun, this being such
an interior time.

I burn some more coffee,
crunch leaves for breakfast,

bitch about the traffic,
and arrive at work.

But I'm still with the cat
by the open window

smelling the leaves
and the burning,

burning time.
 
 

© by Jonathan Alexander