Coyote redux

I saw you again, you old trickster coyote, down on the cemetery road.
Moving like water, swift through the long grass, trouble in your golden eyes.
I already know all the news you want to give; I’m sick of your generosity.
The world spins, no matter what you do.
Sometimes the real magic is in hanging on.




Dawna Johnson - 1923 - 2007.
The best swimmer,
the wildest of 3,
the final sister.
Thank you for suggesting authenticity...
it has helped.





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