the year of the cat
John Dorsey, September 2009
i.
my family lived in
lawton, oklahoma for the
better part of 1978
more than 30yrs later
jacob and i cruise
down the highway
at 80mph and i
think if we
can just drive
a little faster i
might just be able
to get back there
without missing a beat
ii.
my uncle jerry used
to pick me up
on his harley wearing
platform shoes or a
drunken smile though rarely
both at the same time
thinking about it
i miss him now
iii.
this morning i watched
juice’s cat sunning in
the window in
ft. collins co at 9:46am
inches away from where
i currently rest my
head i look out
into the parking lot
imagine an ice cream
truck faintly playing
al stewart’s “year of the cat”
i bury my face
into a couch
cushion like sunken treasure
iv.
i laugh like
the love song of
a broken hearted prairie dog
and sing a rocky
mountain seranade in the
morning breeze until my
tongue catches the wind
i have become a
a fort sill daydream
breathing out i exclaim
to a footless bird
only the sun will
know where i’ve buried my bones
John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo, OH. He is the author of several collections of poetry and has been published in a number of less than respectable literary journals. His work has recently been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He may be reached at archerevans@yahoo.com
