Saturday, August 4, 2007

coyote poem #1

Tap, tap, tap

Claws on the wood floor.

More tapping.

Irritated

I look up from my book.

It’s coyote.

Long time no see, I say, a bit of sarcasm creeping into my voice.

He says: you sees me when you are ready to sees me!

I brought you some ying to go with your yang,

Or is it some yang to go with your ying?

And does it really matter?

I open my mouth to respond.

Tap, tap--------------gone.


8-04-07

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