Blue Afternoons

Breathing deep a gathering
moody mess, I am alert
and sense he’s near…
my worries of being moss and bark
have been overtaken
by his steam-and-oil growls of discord.
I love the taste of his screams
and how they fill my waking fever.
He draws from me long views
without suffering blue afternoons.

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