Love?
Known it here & there.
Handfuls.
Hard to love a wild animal,
Wherein it wants to range.
Wander game trails;
Carve ourselves.
Dead Dogs.
At side up mountains.
Dead children;
Who wrack me with infrequent,
Yet sudden bouts of grief,
Mourning for entire lifetimes sondered –
In the blink of an eye.
Handfuls.
