Brother Little Rat and I
Crouching in the red line zone,
Close – but not enough –
To a place that, in fevered times,
We know as home.
At our backs a cooling wind;
First hint that summer is leavin’.
Behind glass-and-glass security
Business cats with dispassionate smiles
Have space to talk about making more space.
Sailing loose and far above,
Eastern dragon-god’s big-eye moon
Sees it all, grins happily
And dips playfully behind
A thin curtain of cloud.