Dana Koster – Coyote
Coyote followed me
to my car, followed me
past the tumbleweeds, past
the wagon wheel splayed
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Emily Dickinson – It was a quiet way
In a frame or two, Marcello
will turn away, finally having
failed to hear her voice, the angelic
girl beckoning from across
the estuary’s rift in the beach,
etching in the sand the divide
between his world and her world.
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