Odysseus and the Sirens
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Slide
Hours can turn
On no more
Than pain, down
Deep in bone,
Worn canyons.
Coyote,
The old guy,
Caught on rocks,
Squirms and howls
Quavering
Echoes torn
From falling
Boulders dropped
On his paws
In the dark
Narrow slots
Where shadows
Come to feed.
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