wail into the abyss

at age thirteen

wail into the abyss

deep in the Colorado
canyon, I let loose a howl
it ricocheted from
wall to wall

kin answered—
six legs between us
coyote sister, reedy
yips declare interest

back and forth
loneliness in
conversation
testing the air

friend? rival?
adversary?
fraud, exposed?
unsure, we took

our solitary paths
but a fragrance
remained between us—
I was outlander, not foe

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—they may never turn into anything more or they might flower.

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