We hardly know you.
Which, like coyote
nose, is the point

of all coyote glory and holy
revelation. In our backyard
coyote ignores the steady, pale
climb of the moon.

Old hat. Done that.

Instead he picks his fights with Thor,
the god who dares wrangle back,
bringing Coyote, minor god,

ferocious little
a scrap
of coyote

dignity, and several existential moans
closer to home.

(first appeared in Smartish Pace)