Some stones

he sleeps
his small feet in grey socks
like birds
huddled together

~

the whole day
my head in a book
a different way of seeing
unspoken truth
catching in my throat
choking me on its way out

~

Oscar sits across the street
his white tipped paws lined up
we wave, call his name
He twitches
but doesn't wave back

~

I lie down
on rectangles of light
letting the sun
seep into my skin