in the sixth hour
of the third day
of the eleventh month
we will soon be saving
daylight
from the cool November dark
pulling sunshine from a bag
of tricks
it will be brighter
in the sixth hour tomorrow
my kitty does not read a
clock
she has one inside her, tick-tock
the rapid rhythm of her
kitten-heart
curled-up on the couch, just
beating
I listen to the traffic on
the street
I listen to her breathing
