Poetry: “a bear; maybe me”

from cave emerging slowly 

saunters south feeling spring’s ice          crush under paw. a day assembles into focus to creek to 

dip and dunk and drink 

replenishing the once massive grizzly hide. falls shadowed by rocks and redwood remember his youth splashing and eating and listening for mother’s call: 

“you’ll be alone one day;                       sleeping when cold                                     alone when old, but a soul unsold whose hide goes gray — but wise they’ll say.                    for he didn’t chase the sun till it burnt to none.                                                            instead he was still;                                            a bear never too old or bored to play.”

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