dawn and the stranger
I prefer to rise before dawn when the air
is cool and the light is thin and the muscles
of night finally relax often my dreams
are still with me and I wonder if I should whisper
them to you but I never do I put these dreams
now slender things into a box and I place
the box on a shelf this shelf holds many boxes
each containing more dreams than the one
beside it and so the dawn passes you rise
later than me and I say nothing except
for a slight greeting no more than one
would say to a stranger passing in the street
james lee jobe
in the skin of the beast
at times I take off this man skin
and slip on the skin of a beast my beast
why so that I can run with the pack
and swing through the trees
and fly just above the treetops
fast and dangerous
and I hunt
I swoop I claw I bite
my jaws my beak my talons
and my animal skin fits so tight
there is no room for mercy
you'll probably never see me that way
but if you ever do you better move
you better run
james lee jobe
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