Wilderness Child

She appears

in the center

of a star flower

hugging the

forest floor.

She’s full

of pollen

scenting

for wild bees.

Dawn finds

the adult at the brook

staring into clear waters

by his gravesite.

 What

 would it have 

been like

 to be loved

by someone

besides 

 him?

Star child longs

to be

 wrapped

in the arms

 of a Spirit Bear

made flesh,

nestled in a

 furry black coat,

drumming to

 a heartbeat

not just

her own.

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