this morning, a gift
from a little wolf
wrapped in the gauze of dawn soft muzzle to damp cheek bristle of whiskers from a little wolf leaning in to conjoin fur with ribs as if to keep me from drifting
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wrapped in the gauze of dawn soft muzzle to damp cheek bristle of whiskers from a little wolf leaning in to conjoin fur with ribs as if to keep me from drifting
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As with so many of your lovely image-rich poems, I read this, then paused to imagine the scene, then read it again to savor the calm in each of those gentle words.