Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The tricksters

They run like ghosts
the coyotes
twirling from head
and tail 

turning with the swift fury
of the stirred dust devil

and just as quickly 
on a small outcropping
with a sharp stillness

to gaze and make
contact, to let 

you know they’ll be
gone in a flash,
just like you, leaving
their markings

in secret places
of the field.

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