Poems from the 12-Hour Couplets Contest: Howl, Danny Fitzpatrick
Danny Fitzpatrick is the author of a few books.
He lives in New Orleans and edits a journal called Joie de Vivre.
Howl
You heard it first, that loneliness aloft
against the purblind sky, the certain,
soft
advance of six coyotes through the
oaks.
We shrank, admiring how the moonlight
smoked
upon that song, how the scavenged reek
shone
and shrouded those sleek ghosts of
tongue and bone.
That night you’d taught me how to see the past
as part of what was promised us at
last.
You touched my throat and whispered
they were gone,
and soon we too arose and soon went
on,
hunched against the cold without a
word
for future griefs the hounds had
overheard.
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