Dead Coyotes

under the cottonwoods

                high noon
a stack of dead coyotes

before I turned
my phone back on
and took you to where
I buried hundreds of crystals

wildly the coyotes
ran away from
the air behind my body

vegas

to the north
we glowed
       staring at green lights
    across the valley
I can hear suzukis racing
       peacocks hidden
above, in the dark branches

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