El Gatito

By | 13 May 2024

A little cat lazes
along a bench

He occupies everything

The sun,
the pooling heat

The motorbike man
with a cigarette
clamped between his teeth

The up and up and up
one-way wayward streets

When he rolls,
his little cotton belly
richly from beneath
a mountain-shadow coat

Ah, he says

And rubs his bony shoulders
into the seat

Above: black-vined power lines,
a lark,
oleander tossing her thick purple braid
over the sandstone

El Gatito, little king
of this
corner of light

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