Wolves are white
I saw one on a leash in Squamish as high as I am tall
The rope because she wanted it
Her master elected
Squared between my daytime running lights
Wolves know where the life is
She looked at me through the steering wheel
Into my eyes first then down to my thoracic bundle
If I unfold from the bucket seat would she still submit?
Or follow drone with flying fangs claws
switch to fur spit
drop from the air and wrap me in bone
fully consume due to lack of marmot and fowl
She, drunk on brown ale
me, in the new earth not a city boy
but mountain man wild at heart
five knives for fingers
walking sticks for femurs
fox tails for hair
panned gold for pupils
a reborn bionic child of Chuck Norris and a grizzly
whose only weakness was Facebook
only fear was emotion
all actions brought pride to father
Instead, I park illegally and she’s already up the hill
