2/22/2021

Night Funeral


The coyotes are clearing 

their throats of bones and burs, 

running their voices 

through the lower scales, 

rehearsing their dirges 

for the moment I fall

asleep in their cathedral.


[LSS, 2/22/21]


Song Bird


You’ll have plenty of time 

to sing about loss 

after you release the sparrow.


[LSS, 2/22/21]

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