Wolf Watching Lovers Poem by Leslie Philibert

Wolf Watching Lovers



Bloodeyes among the trees.
Waterwood broken,
an open split

of small life.
Steps out of tact,
tied. Tubular

breath that makes
leaves vellum.
And when the two

bend and coo
with a mouth full
of pigeons, you

pace and green
in the dark,
strange with envy.

Friday, January 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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