The Warrior He says, I am a stalker, track my enemies arrange traps in the dark. I say, a warrior must be honest first, all by himself alone in the night with the trees and stones. It's easier to hate an enemy than love a friend no pretty word for it the lies stacking up. You become the snake nibbling at the sky tree roots following silently on your belly fading into shadow. And what are you, he says. I say, I am the dreamer and I dream you away. Kim Hodges Back to the Astrophysicist's Tango Partner Speaks