Lisa Jarnot Old As in the old days for the wolves who speak because themselves are old, in trees, silent, in the trees above the heads of silent wolves, the old and silent wolves in trees who there are quiet in the trees that are so old themselves, the wolves who eating soup from cans are old, the cans of soup that are as old as wolves, and I am old this year, older than the trees or all the wolves, in their houses with the heaters and the stoves and t.v.s and the cans of soup, and this is my old song, that the wolves sing from the trees, that the wolves have sung in dreams. |