Lightning at Night No. 003

Andreas Fink



We hardly know you.
Which, like coyote
nose, is the point

of all coyote glory and holy
revelation. In our backyard,
coyote ignores the steady, pale
climb of the moon.

Old hat. Done that.

Instead he picks his fights with Thor,
the god who dares descend

and wrangle back,
bringing Coyote, minor god,

ferocious little
deity, a scrap
of coyote

and several existential yaps
and moans closer to home.


previously published in Smartish Pace