She walks out
toward the sky and sun
setting
on her path
through rows and rows of
sun-flower stars
amidst the green and dreamy
deep alfalfa fields
Her heeling
alpha wolfling
accompanies her in harmony
with a tonal, canine canon
sung out from near and far
Dogs her every tired step,
across the healing,
matriarchal farm lands
of her planetary home
(2003, Los Lunas, New Mexico)
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Ahhhhh....your imagery adorns your work, good Reverand & it appeals to me much...A fine Penning once again'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''{F j R }