Red #9


a handful of wolves
all cream pelts and sloping shoulders
appear with girls in red, jaws
snapping like capes;
     with silver spoons the girls eat air
grow teeth the size of axes

there is something you like
in this dream—
     grasses parting like
                            the sea before Moses
a sense of law in the way wolves run
through the hissing water

the girls are
not
     the wolves' dream—
they vanish
into feather beds
when the pillow is turned over

— Anne M. Doe Overstreet, author of Delicate Machinery Suspended


This poem is offered as part of our February theme: Red

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