metamorphosis

Chinook II

Here comes the chinook wind,
the unminding ghost 
of the prairie
with it, is the lingering
cry of the coyote,

"I was with you
in many winter morning
and confessed to you
the voice of torment
of the muted night,
my plea could not heal
a stilly cry of a child
in the graveyard...
this place I cannot abandon,
the silent raving of the minds
are heaped in one place,
where the sunset is devoured
by the winter sky"

Those days that came
to pass, a place to visit
everytime the
snow-eater swings by