Two Air Force commanders called me a "lone wolf." They meant it pejoratively and I didn't realize the full impact of this until I was "promoted to civilian" again. I was too busy taking it as a compliment. Still do.

For me the poem addresses the call to write for a living rather than work for one. It's the poetaster's lament, or the lone wolf's. I didn't notice until afterward that I started and finished it on two days exactly five years apart.


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