The snowshoe Hare who lives in the tangle of downed trees
Inside the red canyons of the human heart 724 trillion blood cells
fly by carrying their bead of oxygen
Retaliate on cruelty
I am the red havoc who brings
fire to reflect in their eyes,
smoke to darken their skin
“Nothing can happen more beautiful than death.” –Walt Whitman
When every wing is folded, every song cut short
Who am I to say
what is impossible?
Sheila’s mane was silver and her tail flowed like water when she ran.
She draws the outline
in the air between us