-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

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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

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