Thursday, January 05, 2017

Urban Forest

She has a pocket in the front of her dress
a map a photograph a silver key.

The wolf beside her has forgotten it’s a wolf.
It thinks it is the shadow of a wolf.

Here stories are the fingerbones of stories,
a mother sets her child on the forest floor and disappears,

the father and the grandfather
attend to the antics of a small white dog

the child scoops dried leaves into his lap.
The shadow of the wolf is disguised as a dog.

He pads along the path, looking left to right.
Everything is exactly as it seems.

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