A cat leaves the roof
The cat paced out
her life among the terracotta rooftops
and the red clay walls and the country-
side on the horizon. No one knew how
long she’d been up there. In time she
made her way to the balcony.
And below, from her little table
where she seated herself, she
gazed out over the theater. One
who had watched at long last is
watched from behind. Her purpose
all but fulfilled. They would do well
enough now. The actors in their
playactor's lives. And there from
this balcony, the cat finally enjoyed,
in good time, these few pleasures of her
life she nearly never had as she paced
among the rooftops. The balcony and the
theater coming to her late but peopled
and living far closer to the Earth than any
rooftop was made for.