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Trail

A coyote’s tracks
press fresh snow,
paw prints led
by a feathered
spray where toes
slid across in straight
line tread beside
a barbed wire fence
brushed by brown
grass, all frail
shadows from early
morning, when
I still lay in bed
Buried in my own
warm dark dawn.


  Richard Dinges, Jr.