from her morning walk
Posted on Jul 15th, 2008
by 
sherab
sherab
A shoe in the window, or it's a cat
She seemed to say, with her mouth half open
Pointing with both hands. See. There. Look at that.
Face damp with spray (or tears from the ocean.)
"it came out less than I intended,"
She said clearly, I could hear. Both eyes
Look at me. The cat...
"I walked there," making coffee,
"Couldn't see the point," she said,
"Clearly." The soft grey in the corner.
And curled around her ankle.
Faint moaning in the distance,
She shakes the droplets from her hat brim.
A little cry of hunger from below.
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cat
September 2008 
it's so vibrant, so palpable… awesome. very effective. well done!
Thank you Nicole.
sometimes things are much more interesting if we don't look at them directly.
indeed! we catch the most amazing things out of the corner of an eye, as it were…
Hello Sherab,
Your poem reminded me of a photo I took in May of a pair of shoes resting on a side street window ledge in Victoria BC Canada. I was fascinated by what the story might be that left them there. Your poem is better than the one I had imagined.