ANOTHER MEETING
The speaker stood there
speaking on and on and on.
And after a while all I could see
was his mustache. All I could hear
was his meow, meow, meow.
And like Walt Whitman
or Carl Sandburg’s cat,
all I wanted to do was to
slowly and silently
slide my way out of this fog.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017
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