Coyote

My left hind-

foot

           steps

in the track of my right

fore-

          foot

and my hind-right

foot

          steps

in the track of my

fore-left

          foot

and so on, for miles –

Me paying no attention, while

my nose rides along letting

the full report, the

whole blast of the countryside

come along toward me

on rollers of scent, and –

I come home with a chicken or

a rabbit and sit up

singing all night with my friends.

It’s baroque, my life, and

I tell it on the mountain.

I wouldn’t trade it for yours.