Nothing Isn’t Boring
The hummingbird we named Rubio
nervously guards his feeder,
as the tuxedo cat who came to us as Max
eats his own food way too quickly,
and, you know, I can’t imagine what I would do
with a Mega Millions jackpot.
The current pope, Francis, seems like a nice guy.
I bet he secretly practices the tango.
Whatever became of Fran,
after Kukla and Ollie passed?
I enjoy sitting in the dark with strangers,
watching a foreign film, thinking,
so much time available to
enjoy the company of oneself.
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