tiferet shebchesed
barefoot, seated, leaning
against the supports
for one of
the two iron
handrails for the
concrete steps leading
generally from our
front porch to
the front walkway
to the sidewalk
with the more
forward of the
two local outdoor
cats newly having
found your lap
on the lawn
as you visit
from the house
on the corner
that just three
weeks ago I
didn’t know was
where you lived
(it would have
required at least
me knowing that
you exist but
when a person
is gone those
who are left
rearrange), I pour
five more peanut
M&Ms into my
hand from the
bag I’d found
some days ago
in the pocket
of a raincoat
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