a shadow hound
its leafy cavity
lumber-like and numb
with V-like blue-nosed gravity
sniffing is only a fitting in...
... how kingly autumn
is sitting
well and worth a mining down
the worn trunk round
where the sap lay fast asleep
round like revolution―airy winds
the low-like opening
opening wider torn apart by sound
howling on behalf the shadow hound
in the spiral trumpeter a
diving V will know
the inner reaches of the
shadow bitch
in whose keep the vital life at rest, rests
the sun in the story shadows know, sleeping
who is she, this sol-gate guardian?
©2011 Royal Autumn stephanie pope enkata poetry mythopoetry.com
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