Waking up to hot
Hot air
Pulling on my slacks
Covered with cat hair
Snapping on the flimsy Timex
A weed-wacker hums its insect tune
Emus, peacocks, various fowl
softly call from fences past fences
I step out onto the hot porchboards
To smoke my morning smoke
breathe in my ash.
In mid-stalk, a cat
Freezes
Fixated on some small soul
Deep in the dry golden weeds.
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