Monday, November 3, 2025

 Coyote



Once they came down only at dark
from the canyons. Now they trot out
bold in daylight on sunlit pavement.
Still, if you move close, they vanish fast

into shadows under the freeway,
blocks from the ocean. Up beyond
the flammable mansions on over-
built lots, where they once burrowed
safe, gave birth to ravenous young.
Now they watch under scaffolding
swinging above sliding foundations.
Near the homeless tarps, scattered
fires. Wolf instinct awakes in the
once-wilderness. They’d feed at your
jugular. You mean nothing to them, you
who believed in the evolved domestic.
Hunger, not love, draws your dog.
The need in the gut. Each choice
made in your life sentimentalized.
Like the young you fed first. Gone
too when you return with nothing
but your worn advice on how to survive.

Carol Musk Dukes

Thursday, May 1, 2025

 Infirmity



Chartreuse green tinging old wood

Dusting off, the palette of life is 

 accumulating fresh hues

On wrinkled skins

The sunlight futures rally and

Still- nature, the almighty teacher and preacher 

Reigns without registration of pain


Wednesday, January 1, 2025

2025

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