An ash black cat
on the tarmac
licks her gravel paws
I pose on the sofa
snack on blue
tortilla chips
the salty
olive oiled jalapeños
you gave me
and blossoms of tangy
goats cheese
Worlds apart
you & I
share stories
of sudden rain in June
I tell you how
it hits the pavement
like applause
bloodies the asphalt
lifts the scented lid of first dust
The cat scutters away
burned by these insulting drops
But you
I see you
lift your open mouth
to the clouds
