Madness on the Mountain
She was warm and friendly, but today
he is unhappy, maybe crazy. Why?
Have I not before walked her breasts, and
slept in her lap. Breathed her breath and
drank from her tussock ponds?
Have I not smelled her wee flowers,
smashed his mosquitoes, viewed her caribou,
listened to her bumble bees and Wilson Snipe.
Now, he is spitting, yelling and dark.
Tomorrow, I hope she returns.
la 6/18/07