wolf of weariness

                The mist betrays you—
        Though your haunch alert,
  Briar-drenched, hid-in-dew;
Your eye-shine bleeds through
          The dapple-light of hurt
    You’ve moon-grown
  To baited fruit untrue.
      A wing-flap, a whisper,
            A flirt-with-leaf,
              And worthless woo:
        As I’ve known you
Since Stewart’s take on a Turk;
  You lurk as if foreknown
        The time and place
                Of my every weakness,
      Using obliqueness as a cover,
            Teeth tight as a lover.
                    You’ve kept apace,
      Made small the space;
              Yet on-the-turn, so-sudden,
    As tables tend-to-do,
          I’ve traced you for years,
Through foggy lens
              Of e’en Mama’s last tears:
    You’re wooden, burned-in,
          Still as a tree—
  Yet, unblind, I race to see.
    There is no chase;
          Your fears are fetchless;
                  I’m catchless.
        And I’ve a narrow flint
    Stun-struck just for you,
  Marrow-true
    And wit-matchless—
        So, old friend, I’m suffer-done:
                Beware the glinted end
                            Of too-quiet sun.

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