TWO THOUSAND MOONS

 

In the road with last night’s
road-kill raccoon, he videos
an eagle light from pole

to fence post, the coyote
hesitate in the pasture
before ambling off

and he asks who would win
if he wasn’t parked
with his parents watching.

When do we lose our eye,
not recognize the shy retreat
from our presence, our history?

Two thousand moons ago
the natives left
rabbits upon our doorstep

to keep us and our guns
inside. What gods
would blind us so?

 

3 responses to “TWO THOUSAND MOONS

  1. An excellent question . . . An excellent poem!

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  2. I wonder if you realize just how much you help lift the blinders.

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  3. I believe you are a crack shot with a camera – better than with a rifle. Maybe you choose your targets with greater care.

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