Black Cat

M. Anthony

Rushed Always,

hunch over spiral wiring and think

this could be great

if I had the time.

But you do, black cat!

settle down,

take the shuttle back.

Something drives you away,

linden tune I sing today,

on the morning of sweet stucco

and birthday cake.

Rushed Always,

fling yourself wildly for all

at every corner stoop and for

any stowaway.

Waiting will find you

moving slowly, with endurance will find you

in the garden

out my window

and better to be outside

in the alley,

black cat.