White wolf enclosure

Do they dream
of Hudson Bay
of long migrations
of vastness
of mountain air
of howls that carry
far enough to proclaim 
its us
and we are here
and all of this is ours
this lake, these slopes, these trees
as far as you can see
as far as we can run?

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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