Meeting of the Ferals
exhaustion has so many layers:
when devils settle into joints
naps turn into marathon affairs
concentration gaps run rampant
remnants of zest circle the drain
perhaps due to feral disease
or a brief rash of boredom
or just a blot of burr and blues
more likely the foothills of old age
for certain youth has blown away
dreams blinded in the dry grass of life
just ahead -up a steep granite pass
something feral, heavy hooved-sniffing
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2021
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