[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Laughing Latrans Lament

World-maker and star-scatterer,
Old Man Coyote sits on the bluff.
The party below him
Is singing all night
Until the morning paints the sky.

No dancing or singing amidst the rocks,
For Trickster sits outside the circle.
He's been there once,
Rejected twice,
And now the bright night is his bride.

Like fleas and sand within his coat
The ironies flock to Coyote-Maker:
If all tricks fail
Then who are we
Who dance through the world Coyote Howled?

copyright 20 April 2001
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw, Olive Branch, MS

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