Baying Hounds
BAYING HOUNDS
I will forsake them
ignore them-- the
baying hounds of
my
heart and head
sad-eyed and old
with
belly slumping
to the ground
awaiting…
another silent
turn of the moon
to promote their
noisy- toothless
challenges
summoning lupine
lore
stirring up a storm of
maddening mental
architecture
with the chase
of foreplay
foray and
glory
Copyright © Kim Van Breda | Year Posted 2015
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