I hear the echos of coyote through the cinder block walls of my cabin
Louder than the constant hum allowing me to deep sleep wrapped in the coolness of season change
I saw a comet coming home
Earlier, the moon a nail clipping tossed up to the sky
No shadow just the slate blue of the atmosphere
I crawled down the hole to the rats with no fear
They are smart and want nothing of me
Through the tunnel I found a courtyard
Lemurs watched me with dozens of eyes above the hydrangeas
My hands were sticky weeds entangling three babies as small as tree frogs
I wanted to keep them like a silver dollar but I returned them to their own
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