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Dry Grass

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Lightning loves me

 

Sometimes we bite each other

and I burn for weeks

 

My smoke drives you

                                    out

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