COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
On an Old Coyote Morning
I love the cold.
Don't spend
your life
racing towards
the trashcan.
I said,
to myself,
and to others,
that I bet she looked
her best right
when she woke up.
And you know what?
I was right.
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