The Cat in the Kitchen

 (For Donald Hall)

Have you heard about the boy who walked by
The black water? I won't say much more.

Let's wait a few years.
 It wanted to be entered.

Sometimes a man walks by a pond, and a hand
Reaches out and pulls him in.


There was no
Intention, exactly.
 The pond was lonely, or needed
Calcium, bones would do.
 What happened then?

It was a little like the night wind, which is soft,
And moves slowly, sighing like an old woman
In her kitchen late at night, moving pans
About, lighting a fire, making some food for the cat.

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