Sunday, April 29, 2012

the wild things


the rough-coated rabbit gray-brown splotched with white


quivering alert ready to bolt


the storm-stripped tree bared to the crown now sheathed by climbing vines


tendrilling out into the air


the tumbling rocks escaping from orderly walls delineating ownership


rampaging weeds that match to either side


the hungry reeling hawks vultures buzzards and crows


soaring over the wildness below


the un-domesticated dog packs bolting leaping splashing


barking howling 


the wild child racing climbing hanging rolling dirty ragged


laughing imagining


the ageless-outrageous lurching raging


staggering masses under the sparkling darkness


the old man rambling ranting glaring clutching his coat


flailing about in the wind of his words


the whirling gales of ice-spiked storms


lashing out from churning skies


and sudden.

stillness.


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