Monday, November 14, 2016

A Wolf

A Wolf

                     I know there’s something better down the road. 
                     We need to find a place where we are safe. 
                              Praise Song for the Day, Elizabeth Alexander

passed by my eyes
leaving his footsteps
in my veins.
Stealthy and hungry,
he stacked the city
scrutinizing the future.
Today the shutters are closed
because in this poem
there's a wolf
coming to get me.
Even when I try to be quiet
he jumps the words,
a memory rips out a howl,
and devours me.

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