The Desert Wolf

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

Author:

Twenties Educator Brooklyn Born & Raised

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