The Gray Cat
by Sheri
The gray cat moves through the parking
lot elongated
a white ship over white caps over curbs
and bumps
even the moon sits on velvet and the
sun comes
as a half drunken sailor who saw no bed
the gray cat makes sounds of screeching
brakes
down through the neighborhood on bald
paws
a white ship is rising and falling in
my left eye
wood on the deck and being robbed by
the
eye in the sky it is not something I'd
put a plank in
or picture the lines to be a flag the
gray cat
has been out for months leaving a pity
against
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