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

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

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    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.

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