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artwork by Sylvia Feder Standing Invitation by Janice Dougherty As if shot from cannon, Those crazed and savage beasts Surge forward in their harnesses Howling for release Of their ancient, seething energies; Defying all those clucking tongues Who smirk and say: "They've lost it!" Wish they could see them run. I smile now, as they lunge and strain, Proud and eager with power; Thrusting in unified abandon For brief, precious snowy hours. For this alone they were bred and fed, All else a flimsy vanity. Transporting my soul to an older place, And restoring me to sanity. Time long past, now, but still recalled When we scavenged each other's leavings, When our lives and deaths were intertwined, Measured out in our labor's heavings. They stand inside the threshold now, Of the door to civilization - Yet beckon me back to join them In an older realization Of the flow of life, of simple joys, Of a truly incredible bond. I lift my foot from the pronged claw brake And urge them to take me on! |