I Stroke the Black Keys with White Letters, Tap
The Muscles behind the Eyes of a Cat.
She Was Small and Lean and Leapt across the Tap
Of the Rain as its Crystals Drew Light Cat.
She was a Mountain Lion just zapping Past.
Her Image Cast Head and Profile That
As I think of her Now, Road, Moon, and Last
The Light that she Drew from her Eyes at That.
I knew She had Seen Me and from a Distance.
Had she Something to say to me Then, Spread
Across the double lanes from RIght to Left.
Timed by Vehicles and Center Divide.
I felt as we’d Merged, she was Always on Track.
Her Instinct, her Fur, and Her Asterisk*
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