Fragments
she has decided not to eat his shrimp mornay leftover so he leaves for the yard in the early evening to gather fallen apples the compost redemption for the gravity of waste I see him trying to hold our feline but she slips past him, all slithering, she appears to be some primeval reptile roaming the base of my cortex on nights when I cannot sleep as I write I hear apples fall see a tail flute through green leaves and watch prehensile paws shake branches while he immerses into sunset.
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