Hunters Blog

     My poodle Anny whose picture appears later in my blog kisses me on the mouth.  She barked and told me her queensland, wolf, shephard, doberman-mut  of a brother, ruined her favorite toy.  She barked alot while it was happening, but I was too busy to notice.  She sings, saunters, sways, swears yet sometimes I don't notice.  Her deep brown eyes tell me everything about love.  She kisses her dog brother now and cleans his ears--such opposites!  She forgives and forgets.  The second is all. 

coming late

to soft dogs

miracle grey night

yellow trees

beloved homies

this is

enough

                             Fall

     Almost every day at three o'clock she would feel depressed, sometime the depression would last for days. Sometimes just for hours. As an older adult, she began to discover the reason.

     Rachel sat at a meditation twelve step group and spoke after the usual fifteen minute meditation.  "I'm Rachel."

     "Hi, Rachel."

     "I found out something about myself today and all of you helped me.  It hurts inside even to think about it, but three o'clock in the afternoon is my worst time of day.  When I was thirteen, I fell off a cliff...."

     Rachel remembered running her fingers through Peggy's soft black hair.  How they

loved to play and laugh together.  Peggy didn't talk much, but she loved to read and run.  A funny combination, but Peg would throw down her book in the park and dare Rachel to race her. Rachel even won a city race once from the practice she got from 

running with Peggy, and Peggy would usually win.

     "Ha, ha, ha, haha, ha," Peggy would yell.

     They grew up together, protected each other.  Their most difficult period was when they were in the fourth grade and had a nasty bitch of a teacher named Miss Cole.  Miss Cole would punish Peg for reading during other subjects.  "My head hurts," Peggy would

say "I'm trying to take my mind off the pain."

     "Go to the principal right now," Cole said.

     "No," Rachel said "she should go to the nurse."

     "I said, go to the principal."

     Peggy would go obediently to the principal, and Rachel would follow her defying

Cole, but Peggy would never admit that her head hurt and the pain would come and go.

     That was the last part of the fourth grade and it was not until the first part of the sixth grade that they received the call.

     "Hello," her brother Josh said.

     "Hello, this is Peggy's father.  I'm sorry to tell you, Rachel that Peggy died when she was being operated on for a brain tumor." 

     "Oh, no!" Josh said.

     Rachel and Josh had a similar low voice and Peggy's father mistook their voices.  Rachel felt a falling feeling she had never felt before, like a deep sharp wound.         

neanderthal now

             in the day
             bright flowers lay
             on the mound in prehistoric ground 
             ancient rite
             at the site
             mourners wait
             in the round for the dark,
             listening to song of lark
             tears in eyes, fighting flies            
             hoping their stone carved leaves
             would save the bodies from disease
             they worked so hard to put underneath
             knowing next sun they might be there too,
             no fear, just grieving, what more to do?

             their minds prepare to catch their food
             mens' arms round women nursing baby brood
             all different, all the same
             waiting for the night to reign.

                                                                 for two spiritual warriors

                                                                     Richard Hugo Reeve- my late father

                                                                     George Walter Mabe-step father

                                                despair doth hope

      my wild wolf is orange and black

     crying out to moon to bring him back

     my poodle waits for love will come

     she has her season by her thumb

     when all do go this two will stay

     adoring me in every day and hour

     forcing me to see the flower.