Monday, September 28, 2015

At the Family Reunion at Zion Ponderosa

I am not afraid I will feel the metallic scrape-in-the-heart
of a coyote call at night here; I am afraid that the
untempered voices of teenagers 30 feet away will not stop
with the turning of the night; I am afraid that the sound of
a baby wailing through the canyon will hit the bell
of my heart, hard, ring out in my warbling throat.

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