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Dry Grass

Lightning loves me


Sometimes we bite each other

and I burn for weeks


My smoke drives you


of your house

and into your breath


Coyote on the road

wants to know if you will follow

if you can now taste yourself

in the air






© Robert S. Pesich, all rights reserved. This poem first appeared in the Spring 2005 issue of convergence: an online journal of poetry and art

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