I’d barter the clanking, glittery trinkets of human life

To languish lazily in the unremembered musings of the alley cat

In the unearthly blue window

Of the timeless, white-stuccoed Greek villa with blinding blue shutters  

Of those $19.99 art prints in the mall—

Intoxicating whiffs of cotton breezes

Infused with the essence of magenta geraniums—

What dreams would come?

Slits into a glowing abyss of knowing

Without caring

Halfway here and halfway there—

I know why the Egyptians worshiped them, mummified them:

It’s a groping after the sacred essence of the majestic feline,

Forever twitching now and then in anticipatory elation

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