on the street

The man was wiry and his clothes were stained. He set down his black plastic bag on the sidewalk and stood watching something inside a fenced lot. He began to make slow, preening motions with his arms. As I passed by I saw that he had locked eyes with a scarred gray tomcat and was mirroring its drowsy stretching.


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