September 27, 2010
Not for myself
I labor,
But the paw of the universe
Tracked by winter white
Tiger
Hunched snarling,
Sudden.
Cloves of galaxies
Between its claws
Strewn as it pads
Knowing its way.
Globes of light
Pierce the night
Fiery. Sudden
It leaps.
Free, it becomes
Its full self.
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