" Living Among Lions "
Maybe
because I enjoy living with lions
I chose this splinter
this wayward drifting
child of Africa
You made me feel
acutely feline
conjuring tawny
with tongue-timbre
pulling out laying on stripes
We tigered ourselves in lush lands
carved crescents out of stars
cultivated the art
of night vision
between minarets and mornings
When we settle to make round shapes
under grey skies for the last time
I will think of the gifts of leaving
a slice of flesh
words fashioned into
silver breeze bells
the intricately carved bone
of an oryx
© 2002 Vienna
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