when the cat
greets me
at the door
looking old &
worn-out, & I
feeling much
the same, but
add sore & sorry
for myself, &
the only birds
around are crows
so there is no
music in the
air, & clouds
are clustering
on the horizon
which means
that for the
third evening
running I won't
be seeing the
current comet
& this the night
for brightest
sighting, & what
is worse the clouds
don't hold
a hint of rain.
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