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|  COYOTE PLAYS WITH HIS YOUNGER SISTER

 
  He loses a top front tooth
and so becomes Coyote,
the mischief maker. His smile stretches
at each clever prank
that draws us into
the darkness of his den.

His sister Crow
collects many things shiny coins
and pencils drops them
into our boots.

He mocks her,
and loves to taunt. She takes
a well-aimed open-jawed
run-across-the-room.
Bite.

Squeals and screeches
rise to a mountain peak.

On his slender forearm,
a blue and purple
bruise emerges, like the map
of a canyon.


from The Wind is a Tall Man Striding
watershedBooks
2000
Copyright © Jim Slominski