coyote wet.

I recall the day
driving
a social call.
-rare.
Very wet, a stormy day
new friends.
I recall the day
as I was driving recently.
A field, saturated
grasses bent with the weight
of the moisture.
green and yellowed, gently bending towards
a brown.
You were a glimpse
a fleeting sight
as the car went forward
a stationary figure.
Your fur was
plastered flat in places
grayish brown, the paler
undercoat just visible.
Coyote Wet
your
expression, disgruntled.
ears at the side, eyes glowering
I wonder at you, Coyote Wet.
Did you survive the autumn?
do you move with this winter?
I wodner on your grumpy
face still.
Coyote Wet. I hope you have a good summer.

hole.

There's a hole in the wall

echo.

All things sing.
and in their songs
echoes.
efforts that feel
wasTED
gray numbers, gray noises
necessary gray
gray gray-
buzzing mute
for their sake
but the ache
of jaws
oh the ache.