Thursday, July 30, 2015


English witches and Indian saints,
"You know, Buffalo, the woods," he said.
The trail still entertains many bears,
Rare mountain lions, lynx, and bobcats,

Rumors of wolves, frequent coyotes
(Which look lush-furred and huge in these woods,
Not those lean, mangy wolves of prairies).
There's a fierceness remaining to beasts

Who remain among beasts who remain.
Boundaries never blur, never were.
Though you might snatch the drink from the drunk,
You can't seize the fire from the water.

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