it is early evening north of venice beach
clouds travelling inland hide then dont hide a slowly setting sun
waves break blue green and end as white foam several feet away
cool winds gently caress my face and arms
i notice a tall woman strolling along the shoreline
she looks like a model for a motorcycle or lowrider magazine
her pink dayglo swimsuit is revealing and modest. it demands
full attention yet allows a vivid imagination to run amok
watching her pass i think " oh to be a wild animal !"
a wolf who suddenly comes upon marys little lamb whose
fleece is like the whitest snow. i would look at her with
widened wolf eyes and salivate from an open wolf mouth
then i would run to the top of the nearest mountain and
silhouetted before a big bright full moon i would sit on
my rear wolf legs tilt back my wolf head and let out the
call of the wild