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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