Her fur lifts in the wind
A wild wolf
She pays no mind to tracks
the rival packs
Rivers between them
She runs lightly
Lowered head
And they pay her no mind
As long as she doesn’t run in kind
Keeps moving
The odd one, with brightly lit eyes
Has met her once or twice
Stays distant to keep his place
Among familiar faces
Watches his wolf
Alone and found
She pauses for him
But with good reason he swallows his howl
And she must always keep running
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
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This is a lovely poem, but what does Imua mean, Elsa?