“The Postoffice Cat Is Dead.” the headline read.
I don’t know why that made me laugh
or the reason for the floating feeling
as the ground began to fall away and I watched
myself slip into a manhole backasswards.
I think of this each time a clear wind
blows around in my skull and I hover
for a moment at the edge of imbalance.
All those years were no more than a blink
‘till I started singing on the street beyond
and succeed in forgetting the exit
to my darkest days. It was then that I remembered
that poor cat and the supervening sub-head:
“Clerk Mistakenly Delivers Cat To Dead Letter File.”
©️Mark W. Ó Brien
06June2022
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