Cat Dreams

I’d barter the clanking, glittery trinkets of human life

To languish lazily in the unremembered musings of the alley cat

In the unearthly blue window

Of the timeless, white-stuccoed Greek villa with blinding blue shutters

Of those $19.99 art prints in the mall—

Intoxicating whiffs of cotton breezes

Infused with the essence of magenta geraniums—

What dreams would come?

Slits into a glowing abyss of knowing

Without caring

Halfway here and halfway there—

I know why the Egyptians worshiped them, mummified them:

It’s a groping after the sacred essence of the majestic feline,

Forever twitching now and then in anticipatory elation

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