What’s real?

Why unreal?
It rattles cymbals,trumpets
Are dragged out of the attic.
Cats stand in awe.

The rain disturbs the leaves
The leaves swarm the river
The fisherman complains
Trouts have sharp teeth.

I’m having coffee with a friend
We stop our conversation
We allow the ambulance to pass.
My phone is dead,does not hear your text.

Note: from the Friends of Library book sale I picked up Collected Poems of WallaceStevens, 10:04 by Ben Lerner & Elena Ferrante’s The Story of the Lost Child. And from the library’s rack of new books I borrowed Tess Gerritsen’s Playing with Fire.

I’m not sick anymore.

 

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