In the Backyard at Night

In the manner of Ezra Pound’s In the Station the a Metro. In its entirety:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.

For those of you who think all poems must be long.

In the Backyard at Night
the clouds drift and cover the full moon.
a coyote carries a dead rabbit in its mouth.


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