Michael Coy Poet Haibun

Hollywood Hunter Gatherers

So much of what we do – what we are – is atavistic. We remember, deep in the hippocampus, when we were as free (and as vulnerable) as horses in the field. Predators we, we are also prey, and we can’t forget it. We still inhabit Cape Fear. That’s why we cheer. Gregory Peck tires of being The Hunted and becomes The Hunter.

                                                     fastidiously
                                                     on fragile stilts of frail cane
                                                     stealthy crane stands poised

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