Funambulism
This morning
the cat
devoured a
mouse
in front of me
his red
whiskers
tightrope
walked
in the clear
morning air
and
then fell
like in a dream
jaws tearing
again & again
with easy
judgment.
Later on the
windowsill
he was still
with joy
a thin thing
now full of
silhouettes.
Click
The camera saw
and continued along
dot by dot it drew
the sky
the shy moon
embracing
all of it
then to the other side of the lake
sweat now gathering in the corners
of a million electric eyelids
as gentle summer
dropped from the trees
Chrysalis
It is
green paint boiling off
antlers dusted in sun
specks of moss
ink black streaks
a surgeon working
like a machine
in clinical gulfs
dead leaves sprouting
wings finally.