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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