you whisper the sounds
of breathing
you look long into the empty
sky filled with the chilled sighs
of star gazers
you wonder what it all means,
why there are heavy hands in a world
so willing to love you
and the sky that sits on the horizon
does so gently, to please you,
does that every day until you
remember that the coyote
standing on the ice, stands there for you
and a future that will love him too
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