first incandescent flashlight circle,
sneaks past blinds and curtains
each morning
striking the wall
a little more to the right
a little more away from the darkened fish tank
and its oblivious silver-colored sparks.
Summer ends. Fall comes on
a little more to the right each morning
before changing from orange to white,
before sliding to the floor
where my cat
can lie in fascination of the dust flecks
and skin cells
that float
suddenly exposed.
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