the invisible cat
who sits in my window
in the daytime
watching
the moon
I walk back
to move the stone
I stumbled on
but they all look
the same..
hope..
the wish
you never quite believe in
another lunatic
and all we can do
is rake the dead leaves
until the wind
blows again
(for Norway)
a snail with horns
charges me
for the longest time..
I wait
bravely
woman he just met
he tells her
her poems are beautiful
but he really means
her eyes
the dust
on the photograph
that looks like snow
(the smile
frozen on my face)