Space to Talk

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.