at this time the cats come out from between the houses -
orange, black and white, black;
pausing in the road, creeping along porch edges,
hidden in the flower garden

i see a month or two of posts
that i don't like anymore

where's the deep blue fleece blanket
i brought home with me tonight

where are you?
i always think about you
we've told each other stories
that are 'at' 'the root' similar