Piece about freedom and fear as the yellow-eyed coyote fronts
brush near a highway,
Piece about a gray-eyed stray wolf in urban encroachment,
Writers reaching for what remains of the natural,
Dropping themselves in the coyote’s form, the wolf’s.
How these animals speak to their cores.
And a shirtless teen runs across the highway,
Skips along – and then jumps over an irrigation ditch,
Heading for the brush beyond the cotton field,
All but a quarter mile from the Border Wall and river ….
He, too, like the writers is with the coyote and wolf ….
…Give me their moody reflections,
Give me their reach for the natural,
Give me the teen’s steps ….
And keep me from beach vacationers’ idiotically bland, sun-
glassed smiles ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early July 2014