One Coyote

     One Coyote

There in the night,
   a coyote choir,
perched
   atop the ring of cliffs,
surrounding us,
   singing.

How many? I cannot tell.
   Voices rising, falling, together.

Oddly together.

Coyote's mask slips.

One coyote sings
   to the cliffs
and they sing back,
   an acoustic Hall of Mirrors.

And for all the coyotes we hear,
   we recognize the one voice
of Coyote.

The 2018 Waco WordFest in now ended.  One Coyote was part of the anthology.

This version is how I read it.  The version in the anthology has a different last line of the second to last stanza.  This version is clearer meaning and has better rhythm.

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