untidy table.

A plastic bag, two glass, a sheet of kitchen wipe, a measuring tape three place mats and a pair of glasses.
A laptop computer.
That is what is on the wooden table this morning.
In the living room.

So sit and write the morning notes.
A piano, a writing desk and a door at,on,in the wall opposite.
Two pictures, a fine abstract and a landscape watercolor.

The cat is in the open window, looking out at the sparse traffic,
in fear ot the hissing and roaring noise of a street sweeping machine.
The noise gets louder as the machine proceeds up the street below.

At a certain point fear overcomes curiosity in the cat,
and it flees its place in the window, earls laid back, tail all bushy.
The noise is too threatening for it to remain and watch.


So sit here at the untidy table.
Get up, make a morning coffee