when the world was young, i walked.
winds telling tales of meat
that i might eat--
before street, or thoroughfare, or rede;
before the deceits and conceits...
before the lamps stole the stars.
before torches scorched air with smoke.
before the spear broke
the skin my teeth tore
or the pelt i wore--
i was the shape in the weed
without words:
i only had the bay and the breathe and the snort,
and the nipping for sport, small litter--
encroachment on territory forgiven,
our pack was not bitter,
trail was not hidden,
den blocked winter,
to drink was to swim in was to live in was to slip in and sit.
was a vision;
is mist;
kiss
vivid
licks and little gifts, cleansing with spittle--
and when the memories shift,
it is prison to lift a
dulled nose
to a
culled rose
trying to
sift in its
scent
for
Ago
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hugs- DN
Please edit for spelling errors.
(okay; i just Googled it to make sure before i Posted this. it can ALSO mean "to govern, advise, deliberate, or protect".
the word's even cooler than i THOUGHT. how very malleable!)