Bemused
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a tat-tat,
the mice crawl through the walls
You hear them best when lights are low,
the cat still yet to call
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,
straight up and overhead
The world they know—the world you know,
conjoined but never bred
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,
your solitude a ruse
What lies inside beyond plain sight
—a kinship to bemuse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
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