Creeping Kind

creeping with my kind-
hearted siberian wolf
stalking with caution
down the mossy spine of the
crunchy gravel trail
brushed by moon shadows
slashing through the murderous
calm

jade comes home bathed in
hydro-chromatic solution
aquamarine silver ghost light
flush familiar warmth
from the growling aspen grove

we breathe through our pores
bushes speak truths in subdued tones
coyote intentions
speak in foreign tongues

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