After I Dreamt of the Wolf

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After I Dreamt of the Wolf

Sheep
hide in plain sight
& lure me
into a psychedelic pasture

Swirled,
no chaser helps the fuzzy cotton
go down a caked pipe,
but a droplet of mystical rain water

collected by an awakened shepherd
will dry me right out


Published by Jennifer Neal

Poet in Michigan.

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