Cross-country
Cross-Country
I follow laborious lanes, alleys of yesterday’s
skis, finding intermittently
prints–paws cupping blue,
sharp-petaled as
pressed-flowers–a coyote who preferred my flattened slants
to the deep snow, even sticking to
the loops of my backtracks–
I imagine that same blue
siding his moonlit lope, and despite the warmth
of fellow toil,
shiver.
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A belated blue 55 for Real Toads.
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ManicDDaily 
March 4, 2015 at 12:44 pm
‘siding his moonlit lope’–dextrous and lustrous 55, k.
March 4, 2015 at 9:43 pm
I’d shiver too outside alongside that blue …
March 5, 2015 at 1:38 pm
interesting second part…we are all wild
at some point…even being out…i love seeing the signs of life
but there are some i would rather not meet…
March 5, 2015 at 5:44 pm
I like that “shiver” at the end. It made feel included. 🙂
Greetings from London.
March 7, 2015 at 1:22 am
oh, this one lopes and lopes, both, k ~