17 Feb, 2022

Nine Deer

17 Feb, 2022

Nine Deer yarding up behind my house as if it were spring. Maybe they can smell something behind the bitter 40 knot winds that brook no romantic notions about such an idea as spring. “A long ways away,” I hear the winds howl, all sure  of their ferocity. Still, the...

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30 Jul, 2014

Yielding

30 Jul, 2014

The wolves, they haunt me
slinking from the poem about a lonesome one’s journey
springing from the book about their predatory value to the whole.
She tells me it is no accident
their coming to me,
and I long to greet them again
in night school.

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