-for Jim October 1947-September 2022
a great grizzly swung coming
toward me in a dream and behind him
a man with a gun
he rubbed his eyes with a free hand
smoke and the grizzly caring not a whit
kept coming
there was ice on the tips of his fur
it was the imagination of light
that seized him I broke
rude, it was
but you were there
no weight at all simply silvery bear and whiskers
and hair afloat
the day opened
unafraid