Multiple Myeloma

Multiple Myeloma

A lone dingo
howls in the night.
Predatory loneliness
stalks just beyond fright.

I hear her still.
Further? No, close.
To this boundary rider
Am I victim or host?

The sun’s long gone,
the moon’s dipped and turned.
No shadows, no shelter.
Desert stars unconcerned.

She howls again,
then trots away.
But the soul’s long sinewy night
is here to stay.

© Sharonne Price

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