Saturday, August 17, 2013


I can tell the depression is lifting.
I notice sunlight filtered through green leaves,
making a stained-glass canopy
over the junk yard.
I notice a stray kitten with an uncertain future
excitedly pouncing on a grasshopper.
The scene makes the terminal man,
who is sitting beside me,
erupt into rich laughter.

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