Blur
Your father coming
home late—a cougar
vaulted the road,
blazed up the driveway.
He floored it,
but the lion outran
his highbeams, vanished
on the hillside.
Of course I thought of you.
Who sprang
fully formed into our lives
and died.
(Originally published in Poetry East.
Appearing in Wild Thing in Our Known World, a chapbook.)
