He Rattles All the Locked Confessional Doors

The Siamese sits in the window watching for birds.
There’s no on left to talk with today.
Two cats sleep on the couch downstairs.
Silence leaks out the door into the street.
The Siamese pads across the carpeted floor.
Everything grows mute without her here.
(April 2013)

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