evening air

 

The kind of night where red sky darkens under slice of moon as you walk, a hand-knitted scarf around your neck, just the right size to tuck into a pocket once the walking warms you up, and gloves, too, come off… and over there a cat sitting on its driveway staring at another cat across the road on a driveway of its own, each sniffing the air—territory is a scent; and from an-open-window-who-knows-where, in one of these already-lighted-for-xmas houses, someone’s dinner is cooking… and you think: sloppy joes and onions.

 


You know that kind of night?

 

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One thought on “evening air

  1. I know that kind of night… the sky darkening, lights coming on, spying/not spying on indoor supper prep, cats keeping watch too, the scarf (the scarf!), the gloves… I do!
    But weren’t you on the spot to catch the puddle reflection!

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