2.2.

Over on the tar East side, lost

somewhere above the sidewalk Sitting quietly and alone, suspended in a crumbling pile of red bricks, Perhaps there...

While on the outside in the cold street crumpled and rolled,

Scattered by the wind, twisted, blown

and unread,

Following a hungry mother cat, a newspaper Rides the dirty sidewalk, fullfilling its destiny, Because ..

It is very late night for some, or very early morning for others,

Timeless for cats, the passing of time. for the ...

Hungry, well-fed, thirsting...

Wait,

See there!

over on the east side

one

Out of a doorway, seen from suspension, comes a straight-backed lad

To follow the newspaper that follows the cat that follows...

(What is this process? The expanding and

contracting of muscles

Under the tight, blue, hue jeans; Metabolism)

To be followed?

And, a doorbell rings, loudly,

repeatedly, vividly,

cacophony,

Unanswered.

Then there is another, to follow

The lad that follows the cat that follows

the paper that is crumpled and twisted, And that follows...

All because a doorbell was rung

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