Marlon Brando is Johnny, and The Rebels know
their leader’s cool, like in the first scene
at the Squaresville cycle race,
Johnny just strolls across the track,
sending riders sliding into bales of hay.

I or maybe you swung there and I took a lemon from
the tree and bit down hard and the juice tasted like a
burst of citronella or the way the hardwood smelled
in the early summer and the swing kept going back
and forth while the juice dribbled down my chin

There is leopard print involved. 
For, in another dress, Gram has seen 
a leopard in its natural habitat. 
They became friends. 

Desperate to see the bones beneath amusement, I began

in the garden, followed the bullmoose stirring
the air outside, his quiet right to be alive opened wide