Magnificent bruin on two legs
stands with his back to me
gazing out over the landscape
from the front porch
of my dream.
I'm the nervous nelly,
creator of the dream
calling Stephen
to awaken
with my scream.
A bear,
a huge black bear
I seem to be afraid
and yet
deeper,
in my heart of hearts
I am grateful
he has graced me and my dream.
I trot the periphery
of my world...
hidden,
solitary
picking berries
and humming to the wind.
This empty soul
who cares too much,
she roars
and grunts
invites you in,
doesn't mind the wildness
of your smell.
Come in I say...
enter here
through my heart.
When my guts are done
with burning
we will trot
together over hills.
But for now,
please come in
and stay...
a cup of tea...a rhubarb tart
a bearish groan
a wild new start...
I've bearly begun.
Bear with me I say,
I grin and bear
a newfound way,
open my doors to black spirit bear...
you are welcome
and I don't really care
what the neighbors think.
I pick wild mint and rhubarb stems
and dream
of opening my heart to Bear.
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