A radio phone in . . .

A radio phone in
The mouth of a snow
Leopard confirms
A message from a 532 emerald
Planet approaches
At the speed of ancient light.

Someone has thrown whiting
Over the cat’s head
And back and where
This has missed a gold hue
Radiates darts of red ice
Gives off a screech
And then dull thud as the
Leopard runs into a meadow
And green shifts behind
A stone marker.

© Allen Fisher, 2004