I Heard You Were A Wild One...

From the Bay Flavor Poetry Series

Where I Borrowed Image From

The light that shines on your face is me;

Him, her, they, who, what, why, and we.

Precious is the sword that floats in the stone,

Give it up to the heavens and hear the black snake moan.

Green acres and pastures fill this sphere,

How can I call to you when I am so far and yet, so near?

Listen as the wild ones howl at the moon;

Do …