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The Puma’s cage stinks
its eyes drill with a fierce brain
crammed dull by pacing.

Picnics with Laurel
of youth, the canoes
of the wild blackberries picked with purple hands.

Little league soccer
beside his mother
the father’s urgent voice.

Clear cold light
on the kitchen table
only the passage of the moon.

Shed clean up
the blind litter of a stray
we thought was a tom.

Beyond the mower’s edge
leaning back
the daffodils.