Lindon St.
mh   2/3/98


A white cat crossed my path
On my way home tonight.
The road had not received
My pay since It was in view.
Slammed on my brakes just in time,
Need not subtract one from nine.
It is the Cat Mansion.
That gothic masterpiece
In perpetual shade,
Its Corinthian columns 
Never caressing the sun,
Those austere walls supporting
The more-visited sky.
Who frolicked in its yard?
Whose stories are scribbled
Minutely in its vast rooms?
What sport was played on the courts?
All history has mildewed.
How I wish to enter
Those ivy gates.  I would
March around seven days -
Could Jericho be so grand?
My palace is in the heart
Of town - invisible, lost,
Forgotten from neglect.
Willed solely to cats, like
The one I wish I killed.