No Feelings At All Until
it was one of those gorgeous days
mountain aiir was pine needle fresh and clear
let’s climb this tree, I suggested.
my cousin Slim had a weird feeling about it.
he wanted to walk on.
I insisted, having no feelings at all
until I was face to face with a mountain lion forty feet up
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