Last flash of limbs
in a pagan dance
as shadows crawl
across the creek
to pull night’s curtain up
into the stars.
The canyon has come to life
with promises of spring—
birds and trees are talking
above the bulls’ primal bellowing—
tension spills with energy.
Shrill yips and howls
in every draw ignites
another all-night
canine celebration
to exasperate the dogs.
Even the old flesh perks up
with fresh strategies,
just in case the market’s up
and we get more rain—
just enough to do it over again.
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And you will, as if it’s a choice?
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