Tuesday, May 20, 2014

How Coyotes See It

You say, pas de deux
and I had to look it up
because I didn’t
want to seem stupid
though I have heard this French stuff
all my livelong days.

Something much larger
than those crazy moon eyed souls
gnaws on our lines
of sight. The souls stay
in the pale shadows while we
step forth, open ground
beneath fine furred feet,
no chickens, not even bones,
and we howl, oh yes,
how we harmonize
shaking the stars til one falls.
It’s dust makes me sneeze.

‎April ‎7, ‎2014 2:30 PM

Written in collaboration with my friend Irene. See Adagio

1 comment:

  1. I had forgotten about this. What a timely reminder.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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