something I'll never forget

another human sound
outside my window:
the long ambiguous note
of the old tom who feuds endlessly
with the raccoons there.

I don't know
if the spooked moon
over the neighbor's house
is rising or setting.

the spy

The spy holds a slide to the light.
The slide is a distraction. In the slide
his son plays by a pool as his wife looks on.

The spy pours a shot and drinks it.
He looks at himself in the mirror.
He thinks, "There is only so much
time."

The spy is the best spy in the world.
He thinks of it as doing his job.
His family is asleep.
He puts the liquor away.
He looks at the slide again.
He remembers the day he took it.

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