Secrets of the Talking Jaguar
Martin Prechtel
The delivery was scheduled
to arrive by the end of day
Voices at the door – the dream
wiped out – no one there
On-and-off checked the hour
read the message twice
Noon too late routine
canceled
Something shifts
gives up a coil unwinds
The day stretches out and yawns
Picked up the cat goes limp
Your body starts to drowse
The book – fog jungle
a jaguar a tiny glass
liquor of melted whirlwind hail
At five winter dark
At seven delivery? not one
At nine the entry light went out
The drape closed