Muted, wet hiss of tires
Against asphalt that grows,
Then dies. Sprinkle-speckled
Puddles halo'd, blushing orange
Under streetlights. The dull amber
Ceiling of the clouds' collapsed tent
Falling over the city. The refrigerator
Rumbling. Neighbors' voices through the wall,
But can't make the words.
The pane
pulling the heat out
or letting in the cold?
I should get a cat.
No reflection with the light out.
Nothing left in the glass.
She hated cats.
