There were
a fox
in the wildflowers,
a coyote
in the weeds,
and me
lying in the lilies, waiting.
The fox offered
certain pieties
that the red-necked chicken
spoke tacitly against.
The coyote carried
a lucky amulet
that the rabbit might be missing
could she rise from his belly.
There was
a soup
strained from April,
a blues
blown from
scents of oranges
and me
lying in the lilies
waiting.
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For Word Garden Word List--Yusef Komunyakka
Music: Anouar Brahem The Astounding Eyes of Rita