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Wolf words
I've never seen wolves, loping free,
Though I've heard them, in wild places:
Hunting moon shadows along their secret trails,
Panting, almost silent, until the race falls still,
Then laughing, crying, howling in night's chill chamber.
I've never seen wolves, loping free,
Though I've dreamed them, in sleep's spaces:
Lifting heads, packed in unison, at my hidden gaze,
Opening black-holed savage opaline eyes
To see me, meet me, race to race, memory to memory.
Somerset 1997
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