This poem is taken from PN Review 44, Volume 11 Number 6, July - August 1985.
Two PoemsANOTHER WAKING
Was it a cat squealed or was it metal,
This grincement I heard as I awoke?
A cloud in the sky and a cat under the bed,
Both perhaps startled by my waking.
The cloud steamed forward, lumen de lumine,
A puff of white travelling over the blue.
The cat? There was an impact in the bushes,
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