... the buffalo poem...
The Buffalo Poem
I grasped the horns
but had no idea
how to steer it
best to just let it
wander away
on its own
his shaggy back
making me stagger
because he bumps me
while he turns
to go
I wanted to ask
why the deserts
crack under the
weight of thirst
and how many
layers of loss
it felt capable
of carrying
but it just
wandered away
like they are all
born to do.
