that way


on a warm afternoon

dragging the granny trolley behind

I looked sideways

into another alleyway

and a purple balloon

slowly tumbled toward me

through the weeds

and the gravel

another time

i saw a white cat

off in the distance

in a frozen pose

staring back at me

that time she asked me

“why do you always look

down alleyways, anyway?”

“because you never know

what you’ll see.”