Echoes Across Sand
Nothing weighs as heavy
on a tangerine-swept night,
mid-August, beneath splintered heat,
as a coyote’s desperate howl
into cliff-faced silence.
His voice leaves paw prints
and the rising wind,
scatters them like dandelion seeds
over miles of Arizona sand.
A pang of loneliness colors the sky,
so nibbled by distant stars,
and echoing through the valleys
that solitary voice cries a communal blues.
The nocturnal geckos quiver
beneath prickled cacti shadow.
The vultures unfurl their midnight wings,
ruffling their chests in anticipation,
of another faded night,
another forlorn night;
kowtowing to the void
all coyote songs leave behind.
(This poem has been previously published in Main Channel Voices)