Friday, November 23, 2007

LAST WALK

One more walk before nightfall,
the last walk of the day—
before dusklight
turns butterfly yellow
to burnt orange,
then somehow to gray;
before the breeze
fresh against the face,
turns north to cut the skin,
before coyotes waking
from deep in their den
turn to the scent
of our passing.

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