August 31, 2012

poem 302 of a poem a day for 2012

to nonna’s house again

there are wolves
in the architecture
of trees along the way
who are velvet cymbal clapping
in the conjecture of their howl

the wolves
lance the air
with their noses and
jowl-jut their intentions
to eat themselves fully
into the ripe of Autumn
stand with us
they sing to the trees
for we know
your coatless arms
that bring the fast
of a hunger for
more hope to last
into another green future
is just past
the womb
we’ve bitten


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