Watershed
In the winter the wolves arrive.
And this slow mutation made our eye-lids heavy
As the Hands of April
Built the wolves a love affair.
The Animal World deemed to shift and shuffle.
And you were here in the meadow the whole time.
Sorting through me.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2011
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