Lobo | A Poem

by L.M. Browning, from a working collection

  

Drive through the night

lost in the miles

the lone wayfarer

ever in motion.

 

Be gentle long night

I don’t belong here.

Thrown to the wolves

I shifted nocturnal.

 

Arced up, surrendered to

the glowing drum

of the full moon,

hear my howl.

 

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