Thin
Air
I lie fidgeting over
pillows a dreamer could fluff up
to almost anything.
In his sleep, the dog
barks at deer
carrying off the pink mimosa.
A raccoon pirate-swaggers on through,
splashing tabasco
into white cups,
hot-flash rhymes
at dark-thirty in the morning.
Three circles for the dog.
The
cat’s heart is a frozen cube
with flounces
of straight-tail static.
The dark stays awake all night.
"Window
Walker" Digital Photograph
by Jewel Martin
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