folk tale

Poetry by | May 15, 2011

get shot:

the tiger
stalking your soul
demands the lead
aimed at your head.
hedge long enough
and the claws
buckle under the weight
of jealousy heavy
as any hunter’s boots.
growl,
leave paw marks in
and out of this jungle
bearing fear like fruits.

love can pull
triggers.
   (April 2, 1980)

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