Collection 2: Poems 6.2

He said:
What’s missing is the ability
to find contentment in a slow-paced life.

As the oceans receded, fish sprouted whiskers.

He said: What’s missing
is laughter so that arguments
can be resolved without rancor.

They said: What’s missing
is perception.

the last wolf hurried toward me
through the ruined city
and I heard his baying echoes
down the steep smashed warrens
of Montgomery Street and past
the few ruby-crowned highrises
left standing
their lighted elevators useless

the last wolf hurried toward me
through the ruined city
and I heard his baying echoes
down the steep smashed warrens
of Montgomery Street and past
the few ruby-crowned highrises
left standing
their lighted elevators useless

passing the flickering red and green
of traffic signals
baying his way eastward
in the mystery of his wild loping gait

passing the flickering red and green
of traffic signals
baying his way eastward
in the mystery of his wild loping gait

I heard him snuffle at the door and
I watched
he trotted across the floor
he laid his long gray muzzle
on the spare white spread
and his eyes burned yellow
his small dotted eyebrows quivered

I heard him snuffle at the door and
I watched
he trotted across the floor
he laid his long gray muzzle
on the spare white spread
and his eyes burned yellow
his small dotted eyebrows quivered