The flash of bottle green on the neighboring roof
a lady laying clothes to dry
because it stopped raining at last today;
A blur of motion and claws and fluff
as my cat bounces off the walls
happy in her wordless way;
A cup of tea that my father made
perfectly balanced; he’s at home
puttering about in his grey sweater;
I stretch and stretch and test the pain
between my shoulderblades
the knob of wings buried beneath the skin.


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