Changing Owners

               










                       The blue sky is more vivid
                    like dreams become more vivid
                    as we age. They have a smell
                   almost a dream scent somehow.
                  Calling coyotes, if all is right,
                  to yip and howl up the hill,
                   and when all are gathered,
                 rush through the wood, owned
                only by them, and into the deserted
                streets of this town; that thinks it’s
                  civilized, and is owned too, by
                   the darkness and the dim glow
                    of a streetlight moon, and the sound
                    of something, a cottontail maybe,
                     or maybe a cat, suffering
                      for a moment before
                        it dies.







                                     ........Larry Gavin











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