Coyote, 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
dignity,
and several existential yaps
and moans closer to home.
previously published in Smartish Pace |
