The wild ones are about.
I have yet to see a wild coyote,
but someday it will happen,
and it will be life-changing
and I will feel something inside myself grow a little wilder
and stronger for the experience of looking into those eyes.
Coyote scat! Somebody feasted on nectarines or maybe plums recently.
There is a bit of the old railroad
that leads over the stream from the field
and into the town of Erie, Colorado,
where the day is closing into dusk.
Time to go home, Romeo.