In the wilderness, the bears are the queens with their mad red hearts
screaming off with her head off with her head in their unbroken
of silence. I met her crossing an icefield on the Olympic peninsula
the color of dung and hungry after the longest of known winters.
She raised up and surveyed the emptiness fifteen miles in from
I stood perfectly still in my bright red backpack and my solo
It could have been the fierce day she saved her twins from the eternal
But she moved off after them, looking back only to see if I dare follow.