haphazardly
  Careless a world of daring falling
     Like embers from a fire in the
cold wind

stares longingly
   Back at the viewer
calling
      Like small Wolf cubs left by their mother

evidenced by
     Gashes in tree bark
white streaks in a sky
      chasing yellow glances of sunlight

eroding
        The rushes of semis
Busily hurdling by
         pursuing commerce
Eliciting

porched rocking
       Chaired old men
To ponder on meanings
     And roars in
A head unsure of even

Himself, anymore