A Tuesday Uncertainly

(apologies to all Carl Sandburg fans, and to the man himself)

Inky heart-fog came to Teddyville today,
it came on little cat feet and now it sits,
now it looms looking over a cityscape:

over the hostelhomes of heart,
over the buildingwrecks of soul,
over the vacant lots of will and intention unchanged.


And all the while desire yet paces,
-caged-
And all the while need yet paws,
hungrily but ineffectually,
mystified by the nothingness of the fog.

They sit looking on silent haunches,
the fog in my Tuesday,
the cat on my chest,
the woman in my heart.

They sit looking on silent haunches,
begging my touch but biting my hand.

They sit looking, and then move on.

-tn

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