it’s enough

by Rob Plath

the cat’s napping 

in an empty

brown grocery sack 

& i’m half 

in the goddam bag 

so to speak 

sitting in my chair 

my amber glass beside 

the busted buddha statue 

on the crooked little 

thrift store table 

& it’s enough to just look

at the pub lights 

shining on rainy pavement 

across the way 

& listen to car tires 

turning on wet streets 

slow peeling sounds 

like peace hatching 

out of its shell

Contrary to popular belief, Rob Plath is not yet under the jurisdiction of the worms. His latest book of poems, Batter the Keyboard Like a Raptor Is Behind Yr Back, is available from Laughing Ronin Press. See more of his work at: https://na01.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.robplath.com%2F&data=05%7C01%7C%7C884f26d4642447b37dde08dafbd27fcc%7C84df9e7fe9f640afb435aaaaaaaaaaaa%7C1%7C0%7C638099178749833510%7CUnknown%7CTWFpbGZsb3d8eyJWIjoiMC4wLjAwMDAiLCJQIjoiV2luMzIiLCJBTiI6Ik1haWwiLCJXVCI6Mn0%3D%7C3000%7C%7C%7C&sdata=nUFUqIO%2FqMGdsIPxME02Zxinp%2BHrxKnCzrdv8p4u0EM%3D&reserved=0