Rivka Galchen had a puma and I

a palindrome, meticulously recording her

minutiae. Three kinds of yellow
daisy each morning

walk: da and da and da.
The billy goats cough, the baby says, and the verb

demonstrates. There is a gruff

voice for the troll alone.
At four she rearranges her

palindrome, pairs letters together. How astute,

I think, this baby is
from Aad to Daa making

expressions mutable.