My father used
to tell me bedtime stories about a wolf
he used to call it
the loneliest wolf
trapped in the desert
its only joy
the stars
would sing to the wolf when
all he had
was his shadow
“Father, do you ever get lonely
without mother?”
My father said
with my reflection
in his bayous of mahogany
Not when I
have you shining so brightly
before my very eyes
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