I saw a lady
walking with her Manx cat
I wasn't sure who was walking who
as they nearly danced
the cat weaving in and out between
her high-top sneakers
she placed each foot down carefully
as if to some melody I could not hear
as she talked on a cell phone
wandering down
the stretch of rural road
as they have done
it was obvious to me
so many times before
dance, weave, step, purr
they were rhythm intertwined
the cat would have had its tail up
if it had one
the love was obvious
the day was ordinary
and still - when I reach that little stretch
of road with the wide fields, bare trees and grasses
I think of them
dancing - in their little slice of world
that for that moment
I shared
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