Wild Places

In the wild places
where civilization
and wilderness coincide
co-reside and co-exist
Bears take a stroll
in the parking lots
deer eat the pansies
and coyotes track kitty cats
There in that place
wild artists chalked beauty
And a happy porcupine
observed with flying prickles
leaning on elbows
in his wild west wagon of joy…


On the edge of the wild
Strawberries flourish
Wearing their seeds
Like porcupine spines
Where tame and free meet
Intersecting in rare moments
Of recognition and empathy
Our hearts mingled
One can be grounded without roots
Hair flailing in the wind
Two can spin and spin
In the twirling winds of change