We stood, hand in hand, two pigeons on a live wire
when time edged in, under the door like a folded rug.
The neighbourhood cats circling, tails twining below
they stopped at once, to lie on their backs and open
their jaws wide as whales. Our skin prickled with fright
under our feathers and we twisted our heads
all the way around and looked down at them-
their pink-ribbed mouths reminded us
of our bubblegum-thin lungs. Age came to us,
grayed us and curled around us on the wire before
the cats left us alone.
This is just beautiful, when time edged under the door like a folded rug…love the metaphors. So very touching!