Dance, coyote, dance

Alert

Now, the coyote lifts his ear

To hear

The moon whose white

Feathers flicker

In the falling

Snow.

It is time to

Dance, coyote, dance

Along the silver shadow

Of the wind, though

The talon

Of the dragon

Glance

Against the edges of existence.

Dance, coyote, dance

Laugh among your brethren

Of the rocks, howl

In awe

Of the sky,

Dance

On nimble paw,

Sly

Magician,

Spirit-listener,

Dance,

That the night

Of the holy owl

May sing

Again

And the sacred spring

Water

The sands of the wild desert.

Written around 1998.

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