A wolf came in.

            We said, "Look out,
            a wolf!" and tucked our cups
            into our ankles.

            A vaporous light
            channeled through the window
            and rendered everything pointillistic.

            Vaughan went out walking
            for a couple of days and nights.

            The wolf yawned hugely and took
            all of the sofa, the girls had to scat.

            One crawled under the table
            and fell asleep, a pear
            cupped in her hand.

            Our conversation stilled.
            Williams muttered something
            about things being so rough-shod these days.

            "Sho, shoo!" The wallpaper said.

            With one paw curled over his snout,
            the wolf dozed. The air turned to smoke.

            Outside, the street stayed empty.
            A lamp flickered and went on.

            Hesitantly, Omar passed the bottle to Jane.

            Some strangers entered the mouth of a cave
            as an eyelid slowly opened.


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