Autumn leaves fall slow
A beautiful colorful vision
And the  sweet smell of fall

How do I love you this much?
After everything you never say?
How does this still hurt?
Every second of every day?
How do I still miss you?
As I lie here in bed alone?
Will this ever be over?
Will I ever get to come home?

I am Coyote
in human form
one who drools poetry
sly as a bag of bones
alert to every hazard

Long odds  
are nothing to me
I'll beat every beast
with courage and finesse

And to get to the next realm
where I become myself
I must leave scant traces
survey the world
through scent and sound

And find the bridge
that builds itself
as I walk
across a terrifying chasm
of evolution and magic
to human form

Here to ponder your fate
Here to look to your good nature
Here to endure your pogroms

And survey your world
notwithstanding your traps and tricks
with a modicum of good cheer.

Ever wary.
Ever well.

Nary a rime
On the grass-

Barely a ****
In the trees

Hotter and
Wetter
Each passing
Winter-

When will this
Be Mars?