Coyote
Coyote,
although there are those who laugh
who say that you cannot possibly be true
or have meaning in this place of the unholy
I know that you hold as much in you
as the warm, slow earth.
Every night you offer the
secrets of creation
to the cold
unblinking
eye
of the moon.
although there are those who laugh
who say that you cannot possibly be true
or have meaning in this place of the unholy
I know that you hold as much in you
as the warm, slow earth.
Every night you offer the
secrets of creation
to the cold
unblinking
eye
of the moon.
