Came out like magic
a spearheaded, forest myth
with eyes in the hills

not speaking of mind
not offing to the races
not friendly, not mean

they see my walking
the same way stories take
light and passing trails

not of this worldview
not of blissful ignorance
yet still homeward bound.

Fathering nature
pulls at the hornless pursuit
of all animals

the idea breathing
unicorn and majesty,
and turning hearsay-

poison now water
fevers to the breaking day:
it is a sure life

to cure something new
or maybe just the legend
has its own laurels,

bright on the old days
not thinking of nostalgia
but grinning and free