HALLOWEEN

Nothing is real in October!

There is a cat on the roof—

my cat.

He sits there watching me on the porch⎯

maybe thinking

my woman.

Either way⎯

the two of us

loving the wild light wind makes

moving through trees, 

casting shadows on the patio

then drenching us in bright light.

Leaves turn the color

of pomegranates.

Birds call back and forth 

busy with business of the day.

Nothing is real 

but this savage joy 

in a world I have made for myself

and is as arguable as color 

flung from a palette

on a morning 

when the wind is up. 

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