fox & wolf & tiger & pants
on fire, she can’t recall
each blurred section
Who stopped the forest?
Who plucked her strings on Sixth Avenue?
A violinist lives on the sidewalk under plastic
household a shopping cart
stomping men with briefcases eddy
I saw Izzy pounce
through the trees — leaves stuck to her paws
me rambling behind full of shouts
twigs and flowers and grass and brambles
stuck to my lips
where I had once kissed her — we listen
as the man plays in a courtyard
and fragments of meadow shelter
us. I can’t find Izzy and neither can anyone else.