The Coyote – Lent Two

Christopher Shoemaker

Christopher Shoemaker

The coyote
follows the scent
of the blood
Recognizes it
as if from before birth
The nostrils flair
at that iron scent
The feet follow
It will be
the coyote knows
a long following
And the way will be
hard More than hard
as the ways of coyotes
are hard
All this the coyote knows
as he follows the iron scent
head down
tail between legs
dry tongue wagging
the coyote
follows the scent
of the iron blood
the coyote
follows Watches
from the ridge
the one whose hands
whose feet
bleed iron red
The one
whose side
howls like steel in the night


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to The Coyote – Lent Two

  1. kiwiskan says:

    brilliant poetry Peter

    Liked by 1 person

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