I See

January 5, 2008
I see the steamy morning
Shuttered by a pane of glass
THe pond yawns
And opens its eyes.

A moth,
Plastered to the screen,
Wet winged,
Dew stabbed.

I see last night
Scattered on the table,
Yelling wildly to be

A mouse,
Heart racing
As I pick up the
Cereal box.

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