Cat’s Eyes

In grade school we played marbles
along the fence line buffered
against Santa Monica blvd
and the long sprawl of urban traffic

Welcome. What can I do for you?

We raged with infinite light and
infinite hope and infinite…
infinities, gliding through stretches of
graffiti drying in the Hollywood smog

Can I help you, sir?

We, the square jawed fang boys,
our pockets filled with mother’s praise
charging the shining gates
where the Cat’s Eyes reigned

Sir, can I help you?

And just like that
the heavy, 
calloused hand of the
Cosmos comes whooshing back!

Yes. I’m sorry. 
How much can you give me for this ring?
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