Blur

Your father coming
home late—a cougar
vaulted the road,
blazed up the driveway.

He floored it,
but the lion outran
his highbeams, vanished
on the hillside.

Of course I thought of you.
Who sprang
fully formed into our lives
and died.

(Originally published in Poetry East.
Appearing in Wild Thing in Our Known World, a chapbook.)