Fall sweeps

up the birch alley

provoking no one

in its utter see-through

Homeless coughs let loose

on the front porch

A pair of almost forgotten

rubber boots

left cracking

right outside indoors

The cat continues splitting his time

between hunting and cuddling;

an expert both ways

Flipping through an anatomy book

looking for pain

I realize how insane all sense of ”I”

and ”individuality” is,

inside a setting of porous bone

and stretching ligaments

Self-awareness is evolution's curse