Poems by Rick Lord

The Twilight Collections Agency

by Rick Lord

Crepuscular
dimorphic
(He twice
elegantly

long sleek
tight black
what look like
sensible

bustle
as if
disappear
bordering

Mink? Weasel?
Do we even know
Ah, yes:
North Woods

Next evening,
come looking
three-colored
now seriously

critters,
duo,
her size)
dressed:

brown coats,
leggings,
from here
expensive shoes,

across the road
against the lights,
beneath ferns
our creek.

Ferret?
these people?
the Fisher-Cats,
mafiosi.

the neighbors
for their precious
"money cat,"
delinquent.