the numbers added up,
the papers
stacked,
all things in order,
the ledger closed
for the previous year,
the 1099's,
the W-2's,
all the forms needed
for the tax
lady to peruse, i haul
it all down
in a box
to her little cape cod
office on
the other side of the tracks.
how quickly the year
has passed.
she's older,
i'm older, but we're
still at it
and i see in her window
the old
striped cat.
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