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Do You Need My Wild?



Tiny Bites

in the fall

metal jaws take

much needed tiny bites


sprawling mesquite branches

are tided, no longer

rub the roofline raw


the result?

this spring, most unexpectedly,

each nibbled nub is dead



I ponder this tragedy.



when society deems

my emotional sprawl

unseemly

my reaching, grasping

messy and unbecoming


shall I be nipped?

my soul tamed, tidied

no longer rubbing the wrong way?


or


will I recognize these tiny bites

lead to death, remove myself

from jaws of judgment


strive to stretch

bloom

give shade, shelter

to all who have need

of my wild?



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