coyote's in his 4-by roaring dust clouds down washboards fishtail the corners shake the roadside sagebrush add another coat of earth see the sights in the gravel up ahead: sun glare on         snake skin               shed       tread                         jackrabbit                                          just dead. Last night star worship         Jack got holy vision: fast-approaching all-consuming beam         of pure howling light. Knocked Rabbit Man into a whole new         world. Now his body's there, side splitting funny little wide-eyed grin                         buzzard food and Jack somewhere looking down at himself laughing            like a lizard with no tail            or a snake with new skin            or a crow            who just found fresh rabbit                         in the road.                         Now the question for coyote: swerve to hit            or miss?
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