The Coyote

by Abbya

The coyote sits looking into space 
A break in the line of the heartless atlas. 
Motherless and alone 
She waits to overcome the wolves. 

I am also waiting.
I keep the sun at the clock 
And I will be dead.  

The Coyote by Abbya

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