GreyWolf (for Anna)

GreyWolf


Under skies leaden
GreyWolf goes hunting,
his future tracking through days of haze . . .

. . . and if it were caught and slain,
how could that be?

Metaphorescent and red on the snow;
what would to be done then?

Promulgate the past with endless loops of leaps,
chasing that which has been
because that which will be is dead now-
can it then be
a fugue state of starvation
temporally?

Surely . . .

. . . unless,

pursuing, past sophistry turning
in a curve,
cramped and panting;
that which was spurns
purpose and presently

is\will be
infinity free.

As . . .

. . .under skies leaden
GreyWolf goes hunting,
the future tracking through days of haze.