Ties

Ties Ties Cat peers through my window, hazy autumn sky behind. rooftops slumber helpless in their elegance. Patterns from a life far behind. stamp collections, meals eaten alone, with others smiling under cover of my song. Overdue library books, cobwebs swept from corners. Spider dashes away: "No, don't kill it!" What does it all mean? The raincoats, bad sitcoms, falling in love. Dust scattered on an empty sea. We descend or rise free of ties. Without commutes, vacuums and unpaid bills. All this I'm thinking, as the cat stares. Wonders why I'm in a cage. Patters away as I finish my tea and the day begins. related link: http://thearyan.com/category/poem/