on a quiet stretch of road
through gently rolling hills
somewhere between here and family
the memory of an afternoon
years ago
coming or going
pulling to the side of the road
where a coyote
shot to death
had been hung on the barbed wire fence
i lifted its body from the barbs
and carried it to the other side of the road
placed it in a low spot
pulled some dried grasses over it
and asked forgiveness
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