Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I am a voice

howling in some wilderness

I join other voices

and we sound like a pack of wolves

baying at the edges of our territory

the snow shank deep

and the moon gliding through a dark blue sky

casting tree shadows as if they were bars on some cosmic cage...

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