Saturday, September 26, 2015

Before Writing The Next Poem

Anything to get
the juices flowing, the flame
flaring, the howl out.

Loping alone, night
prowling, throaty growls spreading
at red sounding speed -
I've come to tell you
something important, something
rich and right sized, but
you have to speak wolf.
You have to listen like trees
and see like stars see.

February 6, 2011 12:22 PM

1 comment:

  1. oh yeah, this one gives me goosebumps. "you have to speak wolf". yep.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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