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]