Coyote
What makes the coyote yip
at three in the afternoon,
after the rain
but before the hunt?
Today
I am alone.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Coyote
What makes the coyote yip
at three in the afternoon,
after the rain
but before the hunt?
Today
I am alone.
O at the Edges 
Great post 😁
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Thank you. I’m so pleased you like it!
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Beautiful writing, thanks for sharing.
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Thanks very much!
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Minimalism says so much.
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I like to believe that stories exist in the spaces, between the words.
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And the reader can surmise what comes to mind. Have you thought of submitting to Ariel Chart? They like this kind of poetry.
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I’m not familiar with Ariel Chart, but I’m about to be! Thank you!
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You’re most welcome
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Cool! Perhaps the trickster senses your need for a bit of adventure … perhaps that yip is a summons to follow?
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Perhaps it was. But I remained on the porch that day. 🙂
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tandem solitude (K)
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Yes! Some people think of solitude as sad. I find it invigorating at times.
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I think someone just wrote a book about that. Yes, as necessary as being with others is to spend some time with yourself.
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I don’t wish to be a recluse, but there are times when being alone is necessary! And being quiet.
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Powerful 🙏🏾
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Thank you!
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