OFT TIMES TIGER

OFT TIMES TIGER

oft
I just have to
for my sacred sanity
to open its age

let my inner tiger
take me out for a walk

unsheathe its claws
a la William Blake

roar down the footpath
looking for like souls
boundless Emily Dickinson
full-on Rimbaud

surging out the woods licensed
to do certain delicious damage

and then
sated, wrapped,

ghosting back way it came
back to the threshold
tall grass again