Ghazal (I)
The Moon Drew A Wolf
the fox and wolf met by happenstance, a brush of tail
the moon and open field told another tail
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her cunning shapes itself to what the moment requires
she has to wear so many tails
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a ferociousness bridled
his devotion betrayed by the wag of his tail
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these are not creatures of words but of recognition
the mirror’s reflection reveals what words curtail
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beasts keep returning to circle and howl
the moon’s rays magnetic, tracing their silver tail
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resistance dissolves before it becomes a maul
freedom stronger than a midnight gale’s tail
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kitsune selects her final shape
the most sovereign, embodied tail
A special thank you to Horrorble Drawer, whose extraordinary gifts in both drawing and poetry (see Kyle Ryan recent Notes) need to be celebrated. I had considered sending colored pencils and artist's paper - and I still might evade your dad and do so - but for now, consider this a promissory note.



Compelling!
This has a dreamlike feel to it in a good way.
Happy Friday, Jennifer...