Alone, yet tracked, pacifically this wolfHas wandered through the Cascade’s mountain passesFrom Oregon to California — He hides behind the pines…
Savannas, deserts, forests, plains — Environments that actions make, but have no goals Like lion prides, each ruled by shaggy manes And seeking to bring down for lunch weak zebra foals.
“When I was a little girl,” my great- Grandfather said. We laughed. When he was young His mother clothed Him in dresses, Lace bonnets, So he and his sister Could look alike — “Else what use is there in having twins?” Strollers with two girls, A baby in…