Sly Coyote
—Anonymous Photo
GHOSTS
—William H. Simpson
Ghosts of the early earth!
The sly coyote knows you,
And the timid deer.
I asked the eagle, circling skyward,
And saw your twin shadows.
The fox looks everywhere
And calls you brother.
Was it your whisper,
Your mocking whisper,
Among the twisted cedars?
Or only the tired winds,
Cuddling on the cool breasts of evening?
(from In Hopi-land and Other Lands; appeared in Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1920)
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—Medusa, reminding you of the Dia de los Muertos Celebration in Davis today, beginning at 11am. Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about this and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.
