I have friends who moved from Rural to Urban Nowhere and learned to survive. Some grew up suffocating in the suburbs, some on reservations, some in small towns or large cities, some in the ghettos. Some live in beautiful houses and some in jail cells and some in areas where you can't walk outside, even at ten in the morning. Some are nostalgic about the past and some have a suitcase full of nightmares. They have survived poverty. And the middle class and even wealth - and all of them still fit through the eye of the needle, far as I'm concerned. Poets, computer geeks, artists, administrators, librarians, counsellors. Married, single, divorced, straight, gay, Buddhist, Atheist, Evangelical Christian and...undecided.
A diverse group with one thing in common.
When the wolf came, in the hour particular to each of them, they turned to face it. Some, more than once.
This is a love song. Make no mistake.
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You are my muse. Play on.
Hell's teeth, but this is good lj.
If you look closely, sometimes you will discover the wolf is an alpha, who will share with you its courage and wisdom. If that happens, you may count yourself truly fortunate.
-HQ
I send you a gorgeous midday howl that would get me kicked out of anny public library and then send it quickly before I self-censor my weenery self!
OOOWWWWWHHHHOOOWoooohhh!!!
A blessing to have such friends. Doesn't matter what they are, just that they exist.
Thanks for leaving that gem, I am still contemplating it.
Sounds like my friends.
It's all our friends, god bless 'em. For me, they're family...
you, of course, fit in the 'poets' category, my dear.
Love song? Lovely.
I love your gypsy soul.
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