Izzy Tries to Remember

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

around him.

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.

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