To Be RestlessHeavy against the windows, the opaque nightisolates and infiltrates, sendsthe dogs flyingto my side, and even in the warmth,under the wash of the firelight, their ears hear coyotesand the pressing sky plays with their minds. With the lights off I can ease my mind,see through the gaunt mask of night,that the darkness is not thick but light and coyotesnavigate it like reflections and shadows alike. Their cries sendme reeling, fighting my urge to hide, knowing that warmthand flames will not feel so much like flying. I climb until I could be flyingand let the stars replace the thoughts in my mind.The trees do not understand my warmthbut still envelope my spirit in the dying night,guide me to the forest floor and sendme on my way, to search for the coyote’s stardust eyes. At your side I imagine we are coyotes,our laughter echoing down suburban streets, hearts flyingwhen we spot the cop car that sendsus leaping off the roof and into the sky, no ti
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