The Wait & the Hunt - for Jordi

In memory of Skunder I think the dog is hunting lizards if I had to guess death waits,, too, with eyes that shine like the white patch on its chest & neck Swaying to a music it doesn't understand the origins of-- imagination,, fingers, lungs But to sway to the music is to know it enough To be inside the somber rythn of life is enough To wait fo hunt I've known you like a dog stuck between that weight that hurt from inside you life & I'll never understand death but I will sway & I will know enough i