Shadow Coyote by Janine M. Donoho

Lapped by vapor—

An islander on high ground.

Step, together, step in a

Dance of nuanced solitude–

Isolated.

First above the flowing sea,

Then confronted by amorphous mist.

To enter?

Or not…

Giant sage cold-sculpted by

Frozen drizzle.

Shadows parallel our track

Along shrouded ridge lines—

Four legged.

Climbing back into sunlight,

Manga spiked hair drips moisture.

Complex yips

In an untamed tongue

Follow.