Subtitle

A CONFLUENCE OF DAYS, WEEKS AND YEARS

by Jonathan Vold

Saturday, August 6

Leopold

  King Leopold of Vold once ruled
  that portion of our Glyndon jungle
  where the grass was not quite wild
     and the river didn’t reach.
 
  We kept a chain around his golden
  neck for his own good, we said,
  but when he grumbled now and then
     we’d let him off the leash.
 
  I want what Leo wanted then,
  to have the lion’s share of life,
  to run along the jungle’s edge,
     to chase what I desire.
 
  But in a dog’s life, just a taste
  of freedom turns into an urge
  to hit the roads and try to bite
     the tires off of cars.

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