Wise Old Winston

Cut the hip-hop
beats
and the pop-synth
soundwaves

now

we exist
in silence,

finally.

Somewhere along the way
we decided to chase
this path
and to remain focused
on sunsets
next to the stage.

I went to my dirty porch
at 5AM to watch sunrise
only to discover
a cat, sleeping.

I petted him and named him Winston,
went inside to fetch
a fresh can of tuna,
and when I came back
with the tuna
he just sat there,
licked the water,
and walked away.

Winston looked skinny.

Winston sat there looking at me,
then turned away.

He moved in front of the neighbor’s front door
and waited, still.

Sometimes
just knowing
where home is
can be good enough.

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