Wildstyle

This entry is part 7 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

On a low mound in the woods,
two coyotes have left
overlapping turds—

like graffiti tags
made of mouse hair
and small bones.

I follow their tracks.
They diverge in an old clearcut
choked with tree-of-heaven.

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