The wolf’s back

She slept in waves
Stretching on to the shore
Falling rhythmically through a thousand tiny grains
Of the whitest sand
All the way to the center of gravity
Still she felt the moon pulling her back to consciousness
She raked her hands across a wet wolf’s back
She saw her face in a blackbird’s eyes
Then opened her own
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