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19 April 2011

moon dogs

moondog

they say the pueblo people snare moon dogs     in golden filaments      and wear their luminous pelts     to dance in their lunar mystery rites      when the big shiny glows      like a big silver dollar      across the southern desert      them moon dogs hunt the dark in packs       their howls fill the night air      eerie as spirit songs on the breezing       they paint the joshua trees large       and the desert lupines aquatic frost       them moon dogs cavort like ghosts       and caterwaul in the inky     the last truly wild creatures     in the last truly wild country       when the sky falls on the land     and we are sunk under her mystic woven blanket    them moon dogs chase their tails        round the angles in-between       their shadows and our dreams

 

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2 comments:

  1. so weird to come here and find this piece - i was just over at a friend's blog where she was talking about a "lone wolf" type dog - actually a domesticated wolf - at the local doggie park - and went on to liken the dogs there to the different political factions in this country - and i remarked about the kiowa chief "lone wolf" - and here i find the kiowa people snaring moondogs in golden filaments! very neat piece - i know what you mean about rushing to put the words down that seem to demand immediate attention! ;)

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  2. Ah, synchronicity strikes again Gypsywoman. I seem to get ideas at the most inopportune moments - like when I'm about to fall asleep, or when I'm bathing, or I'm miles away from home. Sometimes it's just as I awaken, as with this piece, and I have to get the words down quickly before thinking starts to mutate the words.

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