70. Talking Rock to Feet

Coyote skitters between

sagebrush and bright blooming rabbitbrush,

rides beside cracked playa beds

where clay sleeps.

Coyote’s paws are talking,

talking as he walks

right on top of desert floors.

Rabbits huddle close

to themselves, stars of earth surface,

dry land between cacti shifts

while coyote

passes.

.

Map tracks turn

and gather,

leaving little whispers.

I went this way.

I went there.

.

Dusk is watching,

shredding light with early stars,

following coyote west.

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