Does Coyote (NAPOWRIMO 2015 #18)

Even coyotes pining against

cactuses howl:

howl against the moon’s

pained arrows;

against the moon’s silver

smirk; against the sweet

desert breeze;

in poetic wrath I roam

the canyons, lone coyote

and sand mistress,

sifting through the wastelands

for traces of you

among smells of granite

and silt;

but even coyotes stop

howling: does coyote

feel weary as moon’s

faces shift or as winds

turn or shapeless figures

turn to silhouettes of

an oasis drifting to

a mirageless coyote

lifeless sentinel.

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