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Desert Wolf

for my brother Mark

Coyotes’ unbound
sound
cuts clear, triggers
caution,
a chilly disquiet
pursues.
Indigo backdrop reveals
eerie,
gnarled juniper contours
crouched
between sunsets’ scarlet
smear
and jagged canyon
lip.

Coyotes’ whiskers, tickle
tracks
and ravines, an ochre
apparition.
Thin, wind whispered
wails
probe the lonesome
desert.
Coyote raises pointed
muzzle
to swollen Luna and
testifies.

© 2011 lMc

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