The Wolf at the Door*

October 5, 2016 admin No comments exist

The wolf at the door
my mother used to say.
Are you keeping him
away? I wasn’t.

He remained in the yard
to circle on a chain.
Most nights sniffing and
scratching and carrying on.

A cocked eye stared out
as I reassured myself he
couldn’t get in. He’s kept
by my own terrible hand.

I never did get out much.
Never could afford more.
He prowled my yard and
howled inside my heart.


Poet’s Notes:

This has been published out of order.
It was originally sent on Sep 16 via email distribution.

The original paper draft is below.
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