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Writing The Path

6-10-17

Every street I walk on is a poem
that contains a line from each window.
Sometimes it's the front-facing picture.
Often it's the basement.
I can tell it's yours when the light is on
and the cat is resting attentively,
like he owns my pen.

I write what I know, like
the old adage suggests,
and I can recite the words
by heart. They're the path
I've worn from my door
to yours.