11:00 AM

Hers was the voice
that shook the goddam
sun out of place
so that it fell behind
the hills and started up
the coyotes with their
laughing and their screaming
at the moon though it
hides behind clouds.
I love to come here
alone and listen to her
call into the oaks for
her place in the order of
things.
A selfless gesture
giving back the night
like blood shaking
up a still heart.