Train whistle worrying through the wounded night
coyote hurrying in the brittle light
my fist curling into a fight
where do you go coyote blue?
Saw your tail sweep the hickory hills
salamander swaying on the window sill
tainted pills to make me still—
where do you play coyote blue?
Windswept rubble in the auto-drome
polyester pride ignores the wildlife poem
asphalt covers like blackened chrome
lost coyote paws scratch for home
what do you say, coyote blue?
Dec. 31, 2012