The Coyote DenA Poem by Laura Heilman
I went to the woods to find peace
To head off the melancholy tap tapping at my windowsill I should have known by the turn of the branches, The scrape of the muscadine vine across my neck What was waiting for me there. But I was mesmerized by the shining silver trunks, By the patchwork loam sewn together with greenbriar vines, dotted with sweetgum balls. I should have heard the train roar sound of darkness Rushing towards me, like black smoke from an autumn trash burn, But instead I knelt down to look more closely at an old coyote den Four smaller tunnels leading in four directions, all contained inside one larger dip in the earth. I should have prepared for what was coming For the sudden push and rumble as the darkness caught me in a tailspin My heart, which had shone so brightly and in so many directions Was filled with the night and I tumbled down into the den. Into the Dark. © 2010 Laura HeilmanReviews
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