He Stood Tall

He Stood Tall

there in the shop door,
a cat sat
on his shoulders,
its tail as a tall as a hat feather,

and he stared
into weary winter sun
without word or expression.

‘morn’, I said, dropping
all unnecessary words
and needless syllables.

 

 

Found and remixed from Bleak House
and my 1991 Winter Journal

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