(written at Wild Rumpus bookstore)

I went in through the small door
and out through the big
I marveled at the ducks that
swim through the cold
I thought I’d look elsewhere
it was here all along
past even the margin
it was wrapped in the fold

The cat crawled in my bag,
she was looking for food
then she crouched in the corner
avoiding the crowd
There is no deeper meaning
in the words that I wrote
But there’s something to learn
in the ones I left out