Dusted Nights

Coyote tears

on dusted blacktop lanes

whoso is a man could hears

paw prints passing through the plains

but silence is that fallen branch

out of sight and out of mind

so long as night comes not to our own ranch

sunken celestials will not bind–

 

not in heart,

no, and certainly not for sake of art…

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18 thoughts on “Dusted Nights

  1. so long as night comes not to our own ranch
    sunken celestials will not bind–
    not in heart,
    no, and certainly not for sake of art… tight… been thinking of you…have things improved a bit at your shore…?

    • Tragically no. Still gainfully unemployed, and struggling to make things work out…I suppose the momentary escapes in the poetic and otherwise help a bit though. Thanks for the concern, Claudia, and I’m glad you liked the piece today!

  2. silence is the fallen branch…and everything that comes after is really tight for me man…sorry nothing has broken loose for you there..hope it does soon…a tough market out there…well any where right now…

  3. Sucks that you don’t get paid to write like this–so sharply vivid and cutting–coyote tears..the whole thing puts you out on the desert, and there’s nowhere more full of power. Hope things improve soon Chris–hang in there.

  4. out of sight and out of mind

    so long as night comes not to our own ranch
    awesome piece my friend…nice…we have yet to meet however…connection is sometimes found in quiet places such as these…thank you for your mind and your writing…truly wonderful

    • Oh, oh? A fellow Spartan? Now that’s what I like to see! How is the old place today? Handling the summer well? All I know is that as much as the mountains are a nice change from the humidity, the heat they’re undertaking this summer certainly puts Michigan to shame…

      Thank you for swinging by and speaking up, Patricia. A pleasure to meet you, and I’m glad you enjoyed the read.

  5. “Coyote tears” a haunting vision as i see coyotes trying to survive in the neighborhoods that were built in their habitat here in Arizona. wonderful poem! sorry to hear things aren’t going well. best of luck!

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