202 South

Green lights ahead--

emeralds on a strand of

dotted white lines.

In the distance, hills lie

like sleeping women

as Orion reclines,

a hunter at ease,

in the May sky.

Spotted

Love was spotted

naked-eye visible

to any and all

at fifty yards

some time ago

for a while

since then

my armor

has strengthened

against arrows

of all sorts

and my senses

have sharpened

for dangers

not of pursuit

or capture

but the inevitable

release

of an animal

habituated

comforted

grown soft, even

then sprung

lean

wild

and

hungry