songs that
without an us there’s no reason for a me.
– George Perreault “walking the dry ditch”)
Coyotes touching bases across the canyon’s canyons
shatters distance within the black, primal intonations
that combat loneliness and comfort the flesh.
The dogs have learned to howl with lyrics of their own
to claim their space, protect their home. Each octave
of our quartet has a name in the dark.
Today, there’s no excuse to be without music,
to swim away with joy and pain from phones
that lift us, that practice and test ascension
for when the time comes. How I admire
and envy its makers, how I sing along
as if no other reason for a me.
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