Saw one of these skulking around the trees at the edge of our backyard the night before last. Skinny & long-legged, I thought it was a fawn at first, then a fox, but it is what they call around here a coy dog. What I grew up calling a coyote. Didn’t see him last night, but when we took the dogs out in the evening (on stout leads), they bayed at a particular spot in the woods & kept their noses up testing the air.
COYOTE
And yet and yet
not that we had that many
clear propositions besides
the damp rooms tonight
except it’s mid-morning
to you despite the facts
alluding to alternatives
the light has loved us
and what happened after that
works to siphon off the pain
of resurrection the residue
uncoiling its wooden frame
in the absence of walls
or gaze.