Our kind neighbor saw a coyote on our block.
Yeesh, Coyote, you trickster! Revealing
yourself to a white woman but hiding
from our house full of Indians—jealous
Indians! I want to watch Coyote stealing
Christmas packages from our porch.
Yeah, yeah, Coyote, all you’re gonna find
in those packages is books. Hey, Coyote,
this trick’s on you! You might end up
with a slim volume of contemporary poetry!
And who wants that? Hahahahahaahahaha!
But, hey, Coyote, this day with the longest
night belongs to you. Our Indian house
celebrates solstice with a Mexican feast.
If you like, stop by. We’ll save you a plate.
Tell us that old story about the moon breaking
your trickster heart. Then you can sigh and fart.
Coyote Solstice