Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Greta

She was crazy wild,

running
even on hind feet
faster than me,
always testing the wind.

She was crazy wild,

laying
on the passenger seat
in the old truck
on the arm of this old man
sly kisses on my ear

She was crazy wild,

just wanted to be near
but ran...

running,

to the end of her chains
to the end of her innate

boundaries

circles

and back ,

back to check her center...
diameters,
as if at the length of invisible restraint,

She was crazy wild,

love incarnate
loyally blind

ignorant of
affirming any consequent,

brief love
in the scheme of things

she was,

friend.