coyote’s tail swishing madly away

you can use this machine
for what it’s worth –
its a trek uphill and
the road is lined with this or that thing.

these aren’t the first stars i’ve seen –
but still they are.
still the sky is this sky
and not another.

thumbnail moon and
venus above the
live blue sea

blackberry stitches the old stumps
together –
straddling the ridge
between this and that stream.
young doug fir here
and there – even as
blows rain.

open toward the blaze of reality,
a coyote’s tail swishing madly
away.

the rustle of leaves

this warm September dusk on the
western edge of what happened.

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