Four glimpses from a garret window


Sparrows chirp
and pluck at scraps
of empty gutters.


An old man leans
on a rake
and contemplates
his dead spring lawn.


Two lovers pass by
their care-less laughter
rising from the lane
as they disappear
from view.


Oblivious are they all
to the cunning cat
that stalks its prey,
the shadow lurking
by an old man’s garage,
and the slow, steady ticking
of two lovers’ watches.

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