Hunger

I dance down the road
while on the other side
a coyote, on empty belly like me
watching with a smile
forgets her hunger

So many bottles and cans
everyone in a hurry
to forge their pleasure
I wondered if my dance
will remind some
of what they are missing

cars pass in a whorl of atmosphere
while I am relative, the stunted grass
bares the weight of a measured traverse
any shoulder is a strong shoulder
when one must see beyond their need

I see the coyote has left
Seeking shade until dark
the side of the road is a stale plate
but substance none the less
in the night when her hunger is remembered
I will be a mystery forgotten