Trapped Like Shrodinger’s Cat

Outside, a dog snarls and snaps.
I stand near a window. Sun’s rays
slant into the room pushing me
toward a corner of shadow; until,
smudged like a child’s repeated
erasures, where I start and stop
vanishes into a vague nuance.
Outside the door, a dog growls low.
(September 16, 2013)

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