OLD PLACES (from Stopping on the Edge to Wave, 1988)
When the sun reaches the flat rock
on which the cat sleeps
the heat dreams her.
It’s as though she is
She stands up
shape. On the margins
of the yard gnats fly out
of the tall brown grass
brushing the light. The cat stretches as she
enters the shadow of a tree, pulling her last leg in
slowly. She crosses the yard as though it were her condition
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