Wikipedia Poem, No. 898
tabled got dressed got dressed
got
dressed perhaps the animal my driveway no
morning its
backward taking its back
towards it and kill the
squirrel stomping muster
to safety—and she pulled haplessly back legs
had a squired leash tight to go toward
full of her species my
reaction who
knows how to begin to
hold the terminal believes that
juncture exists
injured the witness unfolding
but
i was
pulled onto the end of its backward
squirrel’s suffering
drove through lucy’s
progress perhaps i walked further
snow how
i wondered: what the squired
uncoupled from
the steppe is quite beautiful all greys why
bluing really especially when the green why
extends out into the boated shore why why why