pot belly comfort
The gatehouse cabin
eyes inside and out
not just the cats
greying and lazying
shadows lengthening
indifference and frustration
a plan bubbles away
cabin's stove
Pot belley comfort
some decades ago
he decided he'd won the game
My pale bridge ghosts were still writing the rules
Uncaring glare
unwise and overt
you can't wrestle with a place only a person
Yet I am there in spirit
even as my body stands far
my arms and legs in the trees
for every scheme
I send a phantom
invisible grins
ants that form the feral beast
and bite in the darkness
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