the well had run dry
sand obscures the oasis
a sharp wind blowing
cold spirits comb the foothills
barren rocks rise into mountains
banshees bite and wail
spin beneath the distant stars
in the desert night
the pale moon condescending
mouse...
sips dewdrops
from the grasses
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The Coyote's Lament
PoetryThe poetry of impermanence, following our four-footed friends.