Wolf

Alabaster proud
on the hill. Aloofness
moves with grace.

Power underlies
fluid lines.

Tension, coils, perfect
balance.

Leap!

The kill made, energy
fades.

Life circles.

1986

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Thoughts and Comments

Well, it's evident to me that I didn't know much about wolves when I wrote this poem. Alabaster? Alone?

At least it's a tight and concise work.

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