Move on, we must.

In boxes and bins,
I carry my proxy love
to the Stow-Away garage.

the smirking cat has his wild bones on,
drawing a bead on a tattered squirrel
that curves down a dead-bowed limb.


In the lush bush,
there’s something that laughs.
in a frightful dream it lolls,
fetching cheshire smiles.

~Move on~
the blue man says,
and we must.
I must.

But, there is no donkey tail to pin.
I’m blind, as i finger the braille
on this pincushion map.


Art work by Theophile Steinlen – Chat au Claire de Lune  (from Pinterest)

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